I was going to bed 2 hours ago. But then The Momma had me pay a bill for her and this lovely, amazing, working computer, went and taunted me to check my email and I was sucked in.
It doesn't help that I'm easily distracted.
it has been on amazing long weekend.
just full of relaxing loveliness.
Friday night I dyed my hair for the 4th time this week (no joke) and finally got it where i wanted it to be. I'm now sporting a violet black (read: dark brown) base and blue envy (read: a bright colbaty blue) baby bangs.
Yes, I refer to the front portion of my hair as baby bangs. My hairdresser, Mindy, tells me I have a beautiful forehead and likes to trim me up super short and slightly "edgy" and then she always trims the front into these super cute baby bangs. theyre insanely short on one side and kind of sweepy on the other. I love em.
I'm loving the color too. i'm extremely happy with the overall style of my hair. It looks good on me, its low maintence, and its fun to play wiht. but I needed something to change and then I saw this fabulous picture via suicide girls fb page and knew I wanted the baby bangs to be blue.
Now! its a known fact, if you knew me in high school at least, that I have wanted blue hair FOREVER.
Seriously, I've been coveting it since I became obsessed with the cute little pots of manic panic color.
I have unsuccesfully dyed my hair a shade of blue 3 times. This time, it finally worked1
saturday, i wrote a massively long list of things i wanted to accomplish during my long weekend and succesfully crossed off 4 things.
i got myself all cute in a sundress and some serious heel snad went to breakfast with The Momma and Auntie.
OH! here's a pet peeve and interesting point of discussion.
Now I am a friendly personn in general. I'm not anti-social by any means but I dont really go out of my way to be social either.
I am well aware that I am not of the cookie cutter realm of women.
so when I walk into to anywhere real, i'm never surprised by looks, comments, or conversation about some part of me. It's happened as long as i can remember.
My body isn't average, my style isn't everyday, and i tend to stand out at times, without meaning to.
So when I walked into the lil bitty diner The Momma & I love to get breakfast at, I wasn't surprised when a little one pointed at my shoes or when the hostess did a double take while i fixed my hair.
Let's describe me currently so you get a better picture, ay.
I'm 5'5", I am 29 years old but most people tell me I pass for 25 or under. I have very short hair which has a shock of blue in the front at this point. I wear my hair however it wants to be, so some days its total bed head, others i've spiked it, sometimes i faux hawk it, and sometimes its just down and happy.
Saturday, it was sweeped across my forhead and rather straight.
I like to dress in what I find comfortable and that changes based on my mood.
Saturday, I had on what I've deemed my "fruit strip gum dress"
A sundress, mid thigh in length, fitted at the bust, and a full skirt. It's spaghettit strapped and has 5 differnt colors striped diagonally.
With this, I had on a blinged out owl necklace, swirly earrings, and my 4/12 inch platform electric blue super shiny open toe cork heels.
I am not a skinny girl. I would say that I am fit as I bust my ass to stay in shape about 85% of the time.
I have a small bust (as i've spoken of before) and a defined ass.
Now, I am always covered in jewlery because I love it and I wear 10 rings every day.
I also always have my nails done (currently they're houndstooth <3)
I also have 9 tattoos, most of which are visable.
Any of these things have been commented on at any given time.
On this day, Saturday I remind you, I walked in to the diner and waited at the door with The Momma & Auntie. Now let's discuss the difference between and welcome comment and action and a not so welcome one.
First, a little one pointed to my shoes and said "oooo blue"-welcome and adorable.
Second, a young man with friends gave me a once over and smiled--welcome and expected.
Third, a young woman, probably my age, on her way out, strokes the tattoo on my shoulder and says "I love your tattoo!"--welcome comment but WHY are you touching me?
I do not understand it at all why having a tattoo means it's okay to touch me. I'm not a prude or a germaphobe, i don't even hate being touched, but! i dont think it's okay to stroke someones tattoo!
Thank god she didnt liek the one on my chest or we'd be in super awkward territory.
I mean hell, I didnt stroke her hair and tell her I liked it.
I dont get it. It's happened to me forever too. For some reason, compliments for me come with touching. I don't ask for it but somehow I give the vibe that it's okay.
I've had people (note: that I DO NOT KNOW) take my hand to look at my ring closer, tug my arm to get a look at the tattoo on my forearm, stroke the hibiscus on my back (this has happened atleast 5 times), poke or stroke the tattoo on my shoulder (2 times now), put thier hands in my hair (specfically when it was long as it's naturally curly), and grab my ass (not just men).
Does that make sense to anyone else? Is there an explanation?
On one hand, I suppose its nice that all of these unwanted actions come with compliments, but good lord people, have you never heard of personal space!?
thus ends my rant and i'm out of interesting things to say for the moment
G*night
12:15 a.m. - Monday, Sept. 03, 2012