Today’s Throwback Thursday photogoes back to when I was sporting an impressive homemade mullet. 1987ish, maybe? I still have my front baby teeth, so may have even been 1986 around the time my youngest sister was born. I have no memory of this photo, although I am certain I was ordered not to smile for the corner pose, resulting in that “mouth full of water/I’m about to spit” expression.
Also? Hello to my two sons. You both are definitely mine.
Ah, the changes motherhood makes on a body! For weeks, my hair has been falling out by the fistful. A common postpartum occurrance, but it’s also made worse by the temporary birth control I’m using for the next few months.
Oh, you didn’t know that hair loss is a known side effect of the depo shot? Oh, yes. It is. You can visit my bedroom and bathroom for evidence, if you want. It’s an alarming thing, lathering your hair in the shower and feeling your hair just slide off your scalp into your hands. I was aware of that side effect as much as one can be as they skim the list of side effects when deciding whether or not to take a medication. Continue reading →
I feel very shallow for admitting this, but I just shed some tears after learning the *best* hair stylist I’ve ever had just moved to Berlin. It’s soooo hard to find someone over here who doesn’t immediately give you a mullet or chin-length bob no matter what. Would it be weird if I sent her a message, asking her to move back?
I feel very shallow for admitting this, but I just shed some tears after learning the *best* hair stylist I’ve ever had just moved. It’s soooo hard to find someone over here who doesn’t immediately give you a mullet or chin-length bob no matter what.
Would it be weird if I sent her a message, asking her to move back to Stuttgart?
I got my haircut this weekend. It was my first trip to the salon since the move, and I was really anxious about it. I did not have stellar hair salon experiences the last time I lived in Europe.
Mind you, they weren’t awful experiences, but they weren’t awesome, either. I could never find the right one for me. Not only was I literally speaking a foreign language to the stylists, but even when I was able to translate what I wanted or brought pictures, their interpretation of my requests were just … off. Continue reading →