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I’ve decided to name the unknown plant in the corner of my garden…Austin Powers: International Plant of Mystery.

Just so you know.

Musings on Saturday:

Saturday we shopped, as we have a little money right now, and soon we will have a lot less. We stopped by ULTA and made a hair appointment for Koshvader straight away. Then lunch. Which I didn’t eat much of, as I had in fact eaten before my fellow had gotten up. Then we went to the mall. I had a fruit craving, so I got a smoothie before anything else. (Translation: I stared in horror at the seriously disorganized line. Tried to talk Koshvader into putting off the smoothie until later to avoid attempting to figure out where said line ended. Koshvader stood firm, however, and the confusing line was conquered in due course.) Originally, I had planned to come to the mall to buy clothing, but we ended up in the kitchen/home area of Macy’s somehow instead. There we purchased a small vacuum for the stairs and a griddle that you can put over two burners on the stove. I need a griddle if I am to finally make crumpets, you see. We ended up saving $80 on these purchases. (Yes, I called my parents to share the Sale Squee.)

By this point it was time to go to the hair appointment. Our hair-stylist insisted that she could do both of us, so after Koshvader’s hair was done (and my, he looks nice) it was my turn. It would seem that my hair makes our stylist a bit crazed. Every time she sees me, it looks the same, she said. So, instead of just taking off two inches from the bottom, I have a new, sexier haircut. Everyone seems to like it so far, but it is a bit weird having such a light head.

Once we were done with hair, we decided to ignore responsibilities for the evening (’cause really, they’re always there. You have to make time for fun, or you won’t have any.) And went out to get tickets to the cinema. Our plan was to see different films at the same time. That didn’t work out. I wanted to see Nim’s Island, but it was sold out. So, we got two tickets to the new Harold and Kumar film. (No, I haven’t seen the first one.) And then went off to have sushi. Yum.

Done eating, and with time to kill, we went back to the mall to get clothing. This time we managed it, but I still didn’t find any new work shoes. Hanging out at Border’s afterwards did bring two surprises. 1) I already had the Torchwood and Doctor Who Magazines and 2) Someone had re-arranged three of the Sue Grafton Alphabet Mysteries to spell NOM. Needless to say, I LOLd.

And then we saw the film. I still can’t decide if I liked it or not. On the one hand, much of the humour was not my thing. But on the other hand, it actually had a couple of layers to it. The parts with a certain celebrity were amusing, in any case.

When we finally made it home, I fell over with a thud into bed, knowing full well that I had a party to attend the next day. So…I had to put off watching Doctor Who.

Oh, the tragedy.

I thought that you might be interested in a little bit of history before I make with the pictures. I was born with Strawberry Blond hair, and it stayed that way until I was about two years old. By that point I was sort of blond. By which I mean, several different colors that conspired to look blond together. When streaking your hair was really in back in the 80s, I didn’t have to do anything apart from hang out in the sun a bit. When I went away to college, I decided to dye my hair red for Halloween and I loved the effect. I have red hair skin, you see, and my eyebrows are sort of brown. Every year after that I used Halloween as my excuse to dye my hair red each year. After a while, I would dye my hair when it got boring. For a couple of years I even had Rogue’s hair, red with a blond streak. I’ve had highlights, lowlights, you name it. This last spring I had an attack of the “OMG, my hair is boring” and went out to get it cut and colored. (Layered it and added three colors.)

My hair grows really fast, and it tends to shed color over time. So, when I went in to get a trim this weekend, all of the layers had pretty much grown out. Seeing as I will be working on Halloween this year, and my current job had yet to encounter my love of playing with my hair, I thought it was time to bring back a tradition.

My hair before:

The color is a bit off in this photo, but really, it’s close enough. Like my shower curtain?

My hair after:

Look! Bright red that looks strangely good with my skin tone and greenish eyes. Also…my camera balancing trick. My husband was kind enough to spend the time to do the actual dye application. He’s quite meticulous. It’ll fade to just a normal red in a week or two, but that’ll be fun too. It’s certainly one way to brighten up things around here. *grin*

So, I was walking along in the mall the other Sunday, minding my own business and looking at pocket watches.

Yes, pocket watches. They’re cool, and I want one. Well, that and I seem to have an allergy to nickel or some such metal, so wearing a wristwatch tends to be rash inducing.

Anyway, I caught a glimpse of my image in one of the many mirrors, and I became instantly convinced that my generally glum mood had something to do with the fact that my hair was boring (and for some reason this made me feel ugly…don’t ask). You have to understand that my hair is generally long. (I saw Star Wars at a very young age, you see, and ever since I have wanted to have Princess Leia’s hair in the award scene at the end.) Lately, though, long has translated to “in the way” and “flat.” Plus, as I have rarely seen the light of day of late (I need to get out more), the many different colors that naturally occur in my hair have become sort of…dishwater blond-ish. You can see why I might like to have a Lady’s Maid with a talent for hairstyling. As I have neither title nor riches (yet!), I decided on the spot that I needed a change. Now, my husband loves my hair long, but he doesn’t have the time to be a stand-in Lady’s Maid (and he can’t French Braid). Maybe it was the onset of Spring, I dunno, but I went out and got the most expensive hairstyle of my life. I’m still a bit shocked about the price, frankly. But my hair has life and color again. Three extra colors to be exact. It’s amazing what a nice new look will do for you. Well, that and my husband’s reaction didn’t hurt…he took me out to dinner and spent the whole time smiling at me.

I think I’ll keep him, and my new hairstyle. It *is* spring after all.