Why Don't You Dye, Honey?

I can't remember the last time I dyed my hair.  The first time I dyed my hair brown, I was so utterly disgusted when my roots started growing out.  I lamented to my friends that it looked exactly like the spottled brown-black of tarantulas.  To which they said that it was really not as bad as I was making it out to be.

Anyway, dying my hair really fried it.  And I didn't know that maintaining uniform color throughout would be so much upkeep.  So I made the conscious decision that I would leave it be and let my hair ombre-ify itself.  Then, I read somewhere that doing a honey mask would help lighten hair.  It is very simple.  I don't even bother to measure or anything.

Still Playing Dress Up

I would wear any / all of these

I really despise corporate office attire.  I vehemently dislike pants so I finally bought a work-appropriate skirt last month at WHITE HOUSE | BLACK MARKET for a killer sale price.  It's black.  It hits above the knee and flares out.  Oh no, I could never be comfortable in a pencil skirt.  For the interview, I put on the aforementioned skirt, popped on a discreet polka dot button down, and purposely wore basic accessories and no-fun adult makeup meant to slightly enhance my features but not draw attention to them.  I may dress the part.  But, honestly, I feel like a kid playing dress up.

"Hello, today I am grown up Sophie.  Don't I look mature and responsible?  I could be your bank teller or lawyer.  Hire me!"

But inside, I am thinking, "Don't I look smart?" and pretend I am Rachel McAdams.  Yes, today, I am not  Sophie.  I need a job and I'll be whoever you want me to be.  Because first impressions matter.

Current Mood: Moody

Writing Longhand

"You know, cut and paste used to mean something completely different at one time."

- Michael Ondaatje

My Sunglass Collection

I have horrible vision.  I usually wear glasses.  But I am very fond of accessories.  Which means that my sunglasses need to have prescription in them.  This is my very meager collection.

Those Red Hot Lips

Today, the weather was grey.  I read that putting on red lipstick and wearing heels will help lift your spirits.  So I did just that.  Unfortunately, it did not lift my spirits.  Actually, it was the first time that I wore a truly red matte lipstick.  Now, I understand why people are afraid of it.  I ended up applying it fine straight from the bullet.  And the color was fine.  I was actually kind of proud of the fact that I applied it evenly.  But then, I tried to take a picture to document the look and for you guys and it was all pretty startling.

The red mouth just floating there on my face.  I didn't realize that my lips were so asymmetrical.  I'm already aware that my bottom lip needs a little TLC so that they look even.  I always thought that my upper lips were a perfect mirror image of the other side.  But when I put on the red lipstick, something was off.  I tried lip liner and reapplied more lipstick but it didn't help.  When I snapped a picture of myself, somehow the camera didn't capture what I saw in the mirror.  I eventually decided not to think about it and went off to work.

The comments I got and the looks I received.  I didn't realize but red lips automatically equals statement.  Oh and my perfectly red lips were ruined after lunch.  It was fading in the middle and dry.  And I didn't bring the bullet with me so I ended up wiping off as much of it as I could and going around with chapped lips.  Now, I realize how high maintenance red lipstick is.

Do you wear red lipstick?  Not just for special occasions, but regularly?  If so, how?!  You just keep checking yourself out in the mirror?

I Got Bangs

I've been trying to grow my hair out for the longest time, but it never gets past the shoulder before I go in for a trim.  Hoping, wishing, and praying that the person holding the scissors can work some magic and make it look somewhat flattering.

Pictures don't help.  Words are not heeded.  They do what they want and I leave the salon never fully satisfied or confident.  My hair has been in a ponytail for months, or covered up with hats and beanies.  The ends are very frayed.  My roots are growing out so my hair is a muddied brown.  Tired of my ponytail, I took the only option available to me.  Which was to get bangs.

And yet, with this simple change.  I feel renewed.

Spinster

I've been wondering lately, "Do I even want to get married?"  So it was opportune timing that I chanced upon Spinster by Katie Bolick.  She actually wrote a very popular and highly debated article called "All the Single Ladies" for Atlantic magazine several years ago.  Much like the article, it was very difficult to get through.  Have you read it?

I judge books by their covers.  I thought that I was really going to enjoy this book.  I was expecting humor, and some reassurance that women could have fulfilling lives without marrying.  Ms. Bolick shared bits of her personal life interwoven with lives of 5 "awakeners," other historical literary women who were known for their single lifestyles at one point or another.  It took me three weeks to finish and I can't remember anything that really stood out to me.  She's been in serious relationship and even had marriage proposals.  In spite of her age, she will not settle down for so-so.  Conversely for me, the book has had the opposite effect of making me want to be in a relationship and show her that marriage can be a good thing.  It's in the Bible too.  Ecclesiastes 4: 9-12