A girly-er vlog today. However, equally as entertaining!
(It even includes a teaser for tomorrow’s vlogmas.)
I used a Garnier box dye on my hair and colored my whole head for the first time. It was an experience. I include my very first, unscripted, natural reaction in this vlog.
Disclaimer: Please don’t let the reaction scare you. It really isn’t that bad.
Continue reading ➞ I Dye My Hair | Vlogmas 17
I don’t claim to have a lot in common with the princess Rapunzel. I’m not blonde, nor have a chameleon for a best friend, or know any hot guys named “Flynn”.
Long hair—however—long hair is something I have experience in. Years and years of experience.
As I began to think on this, I realized some thoughts Rapunzel actually has on a daily basis. Here are five.
Continue reading ➞ 5 Hair Struggles Rapunzel Has Daily
Some of you may remember the Military Ball from last year. If you do, you’re my favorite.
In case you aren’t filled in, every year there is a Military Ball. My older brother is a merchant marine. Thus, he is invited to these military balls, providing us with the opportunity to spend a lot of money and join him. So we do.
Last year, it was just my brother and I. This year, we both had dates.
Ah yes, moving up in the world.
Continue reading ➞ The Military Ball 2014, Part #1 — Get Ready With Me
I got my hair done recently. The day of the graduation, actually. And getting your hair done, if you’re a girl, is this long, physically and emotionally draining process that must happen – at the least – twice a year.
I usually leech off my mom when she goes. So the visit goes something like this.
My mom and I enter. Stylist smiles and greets my mom, then gives me a little cocked glance of “oh you‘re back.” I smile awkwardly from the side lines.
My mom and I then sit at the front because her stylist is always running behind, then the receptionist/hairstylist/girl-who-sits-near-the-front-playing-on-her-phone asks us if we want something to drink. Soda, coffee, water, beer?
I usually decline, but this time I go for the water, which comes in a chilled foggy glass, and after my second sip, I realize there are two black things floating in it.
My mom waits for the receptionist to go to the bathroom before running outside and dumping the water in the parking lot. She almost dumped it in a plant by the door, but luckily noticed it was fake before she flooded the little thing.
Continue reading ➞ The Beauty Salon