I stumbled upon…

I am a stubmbler…and it is addictive.

My newest addiction: this site, which lead to my addiction to this site, which lead to my addiction to this site, which lead to my addiction to this site. So deadly. I guess I am going to turn whiter than I already am now that I will probably never go outside and see the sun. Gosh.

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The past two weekends were a treat and a half. 1.) no weddings. 2.) great weather and outdoor activities 3.) lots of me time 4.) lots of shopping 5.) lots of food 6.) lots of baby play time and family.

Not too long ago I gave myself a gift to the salon and got my hair chopped. I realize now what sort of “politics” happen in salons. I have to admit that I have not been to a salon in about 2 years. Yes, I have cut my hair several times in those 2 years. Yes, I pratice good hygeine. But, a simple cut on my straight-arse hair isn’t too difficult and yet salons charge $65 or more for something that always comes out the same and takes maybe 25 minutes tops to cut and style. My solution to this wallet drain? Cooper. He does a might fine job of cutting my hair when needed and he is cheap (although when I had him attempt to give me layers it didn’t quite work as planned which wasn’t a problem, it eventually grows back). Anyhow, my stylist for the day did a very good job of pointing out that I hadn’t been to this salon in two years. To which I said, “Yes, that is correct” and thought LEAVE IT AT THAT! I saw that she had my client profile printed which listed all the products I had not purchased and all the cuts and styles I had not gone to her for. So far, I surely was not part of her “elite group,” that was for certain.  She proceeded to wash my hair and rushed through any sort of scalp massage, then cut and barely styled faster than the speed of light. I was suckered into buying an overpriced product, and was whisked out the door. I know a lot of people have their “go-to” stylists and feel an allegience to one person. The upside to this is that they (hopefully) eventually know what you like and what works for your hair/skin/face, but the downside is you feel trapped into going to them forever. Others, like myself, don’t have one consistent person so we become nobodies to stylists and get essentially get the scraps in service. I am not sure which situation is better. All I know is that I cannot blow another $100 in the next couple of months. There are more important needs for that money!

Speaking of spending money, and buying things… in addition to my “transformative salon experience” I also finally found a pair of boots which I have been on the woman hunt for for nearly two years or more years now. I can’t tell you how many boots I have tried on that didn’t work for my little calves. Although I was looking for something a bit more cowboy-ish I am completely in love with my find and can’t wear them enough. My new love:

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Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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