Hair

PicMonkey CollageFor most of my life, except for a brief time when I was about eight and I had bangs and a short bob, and a brief time in college when a horrible hair stylist cut my hair into a mullet, I’ve had long, Rapunzel hair. As in, people would stop me in the street and just exclaim, “Your hair is soooo long!!” It used to be flowy and thick and golden, but in recent years, I’ve been cutting it shorter and shorter, and now it’s about boob length and sits awkwardly on my head like a toupee. Every time I go to my grumpy male hair stylist who speaks sporadic English (he’s Italian, and I like it that way. I hate making small talk with hair stylists, just concentrate on cutting my hair and let me daydream, damnit!), he raises his eyebrows when I say “Two inches off!” because he knows I’m creeping into short hair territory. He nixed my straight across bangs idea (a la Hannah Simone) with a simple, “No. Last time I cut hair like this the girl CRY and CRY.”

However, I’ve been contemplating a long bob now for a while  now, and maybe he’ll go with it. I mean, hair grows, right? And a long bob wouldn’t be as awkward to grow out as straight across bangs? What do you guys think? My favorite haircut is the bottom left, although I’m not sure if it could be easily recreated. I’m terrified of a miscommunication and ending up with a short bob with insane layering (PTSD from mullet-gate.) What if I look like a HIDEOUS BEAST? But then again, what if it was the hair cut I was ~*always meant to have*~ to match my round baby face?

Life Lately

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1/2/3 I live in THE most beautiful DC neighborhood. Spring days surrounded by these trees and plants and flowers make my heart sing. How did I get so lucky?! (Okay, I made a color-coded spreadsheet of available DC apartments and ruthlessly hunted my apartment down with creepy, laser-point focus. But we can call that luck.)

4 Mango curry at this incredible “hidden gem” Thai spot in Cleveland Park. J and I only get our old faithful favorites—mango curry and Pad See Ew with fried tofu. So incredibly delicious I can’t even.

5 Our version of grown-up beer at B’s rooftop deck BBQ in Dupont. Super cold (is it just me or is this spring warming up wayyy too slowly?) but I drank beer and ate a veggie burger and a sneaky hot dog (bad bad vegetarian! we all have our vices…) wrapped in a blanket.

6 A coworker introduced me to the magic of Starbucks TRENTA size. What the heck?! Here I was drinking Venti like a sucker. Love me some iced dirty chai soy lattes and iced skinny caramel lattes. I know, I know, so bourgeois.

7 Our local Giant has been doing all kinds of charity hot dog, coffee, and cake sales from fold up tables outside. Not sure what to make of it, but it has a sort of elementary school fair feel to it, so J grabbed a hot dog and some peppers.

8 My trusty giant Ray-bans (and favorite little gold horseshoe earrings.) Two years and still going strong. I ain’t gettin’ no eye wrinkles, thank you. I was on my way to eat dinner at Outback Steakhouse with J’s parents. I had never been there in my life, but I’m not gonna lie, I enjoyed it. Loaded baked potato with buttery broccoli? Deep-fried mushrooms? Cheese and butter on everything? Yes please.

9 We can’t stay away from St Arnold’s. It is always perfection—busy with no wait, amazing food, dreamy atmosphere. Pinch me.

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