The letter M
This week was "M" week at Isaac's preschool. "M" for March, and for mini marshmallows arranged to spell out the letter "M". "M" for pictures of mittens colored using melted crayons, for marbles at the activity table, for musical instruments and stories involving mice.
"M" is for our first attended McDonald's birthday party, which happened last night. Isaac's preschool friend Jericho, whose mom knows absolutely everything you ever need to know about preschoolers, invited his entire class to this Mickey D's in Maryland with an enormous playland. The kids chased each other, climbed after each other, and ran each other ragged for an hour and a half nonstop. They all went home sweaty and pink-faced, and it was a total joy to watch them in their determined busyness.
"M" is also for Mommy's 29th birthday, which is tomorrow. Turning 29 (and not 30), I figured now is the perfect time for me to change my look, to shake it up a little. I've been doing the same unfancy college-girl-without-a-budget-for-makeup routine for, well, all of my adult life. Suddenly I find it old. So, for my birthday, I requested a makeover from the usual gift-giving suspects. Bless them, Meemaw and Poppop bought me a trip to a nearby upscale salon. Here I am in their changing room before donning a smock.
Note the washed-out brassy Rachael-esque do (with dishwater highlights!) that I've been sporting for, like, EVER. Lame, lame, lame.
I told this dude Chad that I didn't really know what I wanted. I told him I was so over my stupid hair that I had been thinking of telling him to give me a pixie cut, or even to dye it pink. Seriously. He sighed and shook his head at me. Then I told him that all I really cared about was that it was a nice color, that I looked pretty, and that it just HAD to be a bit edgy or I might die of boredom. Two and a half hours later, I looked like this:
It's brown! Really! And it's stacked in layers in the back. It's the first haircut I've ever had where I walked out of the salon and felt like it belonged on my head. And never will I go back to bottle-blonde again. My hair used to say "Hi, this is Claire. Make sure you focus on her ashy, sleep-deprived face and her teeth yellowed from coffee." Now it says "Hi, this is Claire. Did you know she has green eyes?"
"M" is for our first attended McDonald's birthday party, which happened last night. Isaac's preschool friend Jericho, whose mom knows absolutely everything you ever need to know about preschoolers, invited his entire class to this Mickey D's in Maryland with an enormous playland. The kids chased each other, climbed after each other, and ran each other ragged for an hour and a half nonstop. They all went home sweaty and pink-faced, and it was a total joy to watch them in their determined busyness.
"M" is also for Mommy's 29th birthday, which is tomorrow. Turning 29 (and not 30), I figured now is the perfect time for me to change my look, to shake it up a little. I've been doing the same unfancy college-girl-without-a-budget-for-makeup routine for, well, all of my adult life. Suddenly I find it old. So, for my birthday, I requested a makeover from the usual gift-giving suspects. Bless them, Meemaw and Poppop bought me a trip to a nearby upscale salon. Here I am in their changing room before donning a smock.
Note the washed-out brassy Rachael-esque do (with dishwater highlights!) that I've been sporting for, like, EVER. Lame, lame, lame.
I told this dude Chad that I didn't really know what I wanted. I told him I was so over my stupid hair that I had been thinking of telling him to give me a pixie cut, or even to dye it pink. Seriously. He sighed and shook his head at me. Then I told him that all I really cared about was that it was a nice color, that I looked pretty, and that it just HAD to be a bit edgy or I might die of boredom. Two and a half hours later, I looked like this:
It's brown! Really! And it's stacked in layers in the back. It's the first haircut I've ever had where I walked out of the salon and felt like it belonged on my head. And never will I go back to bottle-blonde again. My hair used to say "Hi, this is Claire. Make sure you focus on her ashy, sleep-deprived face and her teeth yellowed from coffee." Now it says "Hi, this is Claire. Did you know she has green eyes?"
posted by Claire at 11:27 PM
9 Comments:
WOW! I LOVE IT!!! It is SO YOU!!!
You'll have to let us know how many people compliment you on it--probably EVERYONE!!!
Don't you feel GREAT????!!!! It's the trendy-new Mom emerged!!!
Thanks for sending us your picture!!!
Very cool!!!
Happy Birthday!!! (By the way--now you look early 20's instead of 12:-)
Love ya! Mom
Claire was cute- this new chick is gorgeous! grown up clothes too!
Aww, you guys are so sweet...
prrrrrrrr...be careful or a 3rd kid may just emerge. Waaaaay hot, chica! See you in a few weeks!!
Wow, you look great. Love the cut and the color. Good Job Chad :-)
I love it! So awesome!!!! Wish I would take the risk - but with my luck, mine would end up as a crew cut or something. It really does look awesome! Happy birthday!
Lynn/PA
I wrote a long comment the other day and when I hit publish it flaked out on me. I was hoping it would appear, but it didn't. In essence it said you look awesome and I wish my decision to take a risk with my haircut last week had worked out as well as yours. I love the color and cut.
You look fantastic. You are one hot MAMMA. Love, Mom C
You look great!!
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