chop chop

It's funny. Whenever I finally decide to get my haircut, it starts looking good to everyone. But it's just a vicious trick my hair plays. If I decided against getting it cut, it would go back to looking like crap. Also, I was developing neck strain from carrying the bulk around.

I had such a weird time at Gene Juarez downtown last time, that I decided to try Habitude. Ellie gets her hair cut there and always looks amazing. And my leg waxing experiences at Habitude have been lovely. Except for the part with the excrutiating pain.

So I had an 11 o'clock with an adorable Italian guy named Mauro. He was so fucking cute, it was ridiculous. Oh but wait. First! While I was waiting for him to finish up with his last client, I ran into Megan! I love Megan! I hadn't seen her in ages because she's been traveling a lot this summer. She's ready to burst at 7mos pregnancy, but looked wonderful. She re-invited me to send her husband my resume, so I'm going to do that. Must work all possible contacts.

Then Mauro came and we discussed The Plan. Half an inch off the bottom and soft layers throughout for a less weighty, sleeker look. Well, AMEN.

An hour later, I had what he promised. The only thing I wish I'd stressed more was to preserve as much length as possible. I think he ended up taking an inch or so off the bottom to even out the layers and Greg might possibly cry because he prefers my hair as long, lush, and cavewoman-y as possible. It grows really fast, though, so it'll be back to it's standard unruly state in no time. I'm also mixed about the ends. I did like how the bottom of my hair looked, variated lengths and curly. This is almost a blunt cut, and while I feel more professional and together, it's less, well, me. If I had to do it over, I would have asked him to preserve the general shape and wave of my hair.

But it'll be fun for now, and there are so many layers that all the bulk is gone.

I'm going to meet Jeanne for dinner, so I don't want to do my standard "wash and see what it looks like without product and flat-ironing" thing, but I'm very curious to see what it'll look like not so otter-sleek.


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yay for indecision

And after all my yammering about it, I've decided to return the black sandals.

They're burning a hole in my conscience because they're full price, and while I do need black sandals, they aren't something I wear everyday. And thus, I'll be happier getting something cheaper at Nordstrom Rack. They'll be just as comfy, I won't be at all iffy about the style. And on the rare occasion I wear them, I'll be less guilt-stricken.

And as an added bonus, that psychotic saleswoman will lose her commission.

ok so, see..

I went to Nordstrom. I returned the shoes. I avoided eye contact with the Sales Piranha. Then I foolishly meandered into the women's clothing section.

I got a really great deal on dress pants. Black dress pants. Which needed to replace my old, completely thrashed, unlined black pants that were torn in the crotch, that I lost a month ago. This is for interviews, etc. Valid purchase. AND on sale. Major sale. From $165 to $65. Not bad, eh? Needed to send them for alterations cause I'm not as tall as they are, though.

But then I saw it. And I had to have it. I mean, it wasn't just desire, it was NEED. And maybe it looks unremarkable to the average person on the street. It's just a zip up, track jacket-y thing. Ralph Lauren. Not on sale. Eeek. And then I put it on. And it fits snugly. And it'll keep me warm all winter. And I don't have very many clothes, honest I don't. And Jeanne says that if you love something this much, it's okay to buy it even though it costs exactly the same amount as the damn shoes I just returned.

I wonder when I'll stop feeling guilty about it. It's so soft! And has pocketses! And is the perfect shade of charcoal! And it's very versatile. It can be dressy. Or casual. It's perfect.

We loves it. MINE! MINE! MINE!

bang, bang, bang on the door baby

Ok, so I did see Collateral. But not due to the cuteness of Jamie Foxx. It was Jeanne's request.

It was okay. I mean, I was bored for a few parts of it. It was entirely predictable. I thought the ending was weakass. Well, one particular aspect of it. Tom Cruise can NOT act. Jamie Foxx was adorable and believable as much as the plot allowed him to be. But Jeanne's good company and I am a total movie whore.

So that was fun.

We left Pacific Place and wandered over to City Centre for dinner at Palomino's. I decided to branch out and didn't order the Grilled Chicken Salad with Pecan Crusted Bleu that I order every single time, and got some cannelloni. It was very good, as was Jeanne's rigatoni.

Afterwards we wandered back toward Pacific Place and window shopped here and there. I hadn't had time to request alterations for the dress pants, so we went back and did it. I shared the joy of Prescriptive's Magic Powder with Jeanne and bought myself a powder brush, since the weenie applicator that comes with the product is, well, weenie.

Then home, where I hurled myself into the shower. The oversleekness of my hair was freaking me out. I felt like someone else. And now I'm back to looking like a street urchin, and quite pleased. It's less hair than I'd planned on having, but it feels really good. It'll grow fast.