Hair and blog addiction

For as long as I can remember, I've never been too much of a girly girl. Growing up, I was anti-dresses and had hair that didn't require any fuss. I wasn't a total tom boy, but close. I'm into comfort, not style.

It wasn't until I started dating The Boy that I really even gave a damn about my appearance. Self esteem/self confidence hasn't been my thing. Probably never will be. But I started making an attempt a few months into our relationship to do more for myself, knowing it'd probably at least start to inspire self confidence which could only help our relationship. My hair became my thing. First I had it colored. Then got highlights. Loved it! Tried a few styles, found one that was easy enough to accomplish while still looking like I'd actually done something besides run a comb through it. Early this year, I did something that shocked most people. I got a spiral perm. After about 18 hours of "Oh my God, what DID I DO?" I loved it. The Boy loved it as well and said as much every.single.time I saw him.

It's finally grown out and after a pretty decent trim this afternoon, I'm back to the pre-perm style involving Silk Drops and a flat iron. I'm not sure he'll be terribly impressed. Truth is, with my "new" job, my hair is nearly always pulled back into a ponytail for the sake of simplicity and not having to mess with it. That isn't too conducive to a perm. Although I'm considering it anyhow, just because he loves it so.

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I started this blog yesterday, and today... I started another. My issue with my blogging/journaling experience to date is that I tend to focus (ie, ramble on about) things relating to my critters. The blog I started today will be animal specific. While things about them will drift over here, I'm attempting to learn to separate out Me Things vs Animal Things a bit.

Anyone who knows me well is now rolling their eyes, knowing how poorly this will work.