Let me just start off by saying that Sunday night boredom and hair dye don't mix. In the last 3 months I have gone from dying my hair black, to getting blond "halo" highlights, and finally an assortment of red hues. What can I say, I get easily bored. I don't know what got in to me a few months ago, but I decided to dye my hair black. Now, in my late teens and early twenties I use to dye it black all the time. It looked good and I could pull it off being younger and having good skin. I think people recently telling me that I look like I'm in my mid-20's got to my ego - to think that I could get away with dying my hair black at 35, what was I thinking? I hated it, it made me look older and I swear it highlighted every zit and wrinkle on my face. So, black hair dye has been banned. Of course, even though it was only a semi-permanent color, it still took several washes with Prell shampoo mixed with Dawn dishwashing detergent to get most of it out. Off to the salon for something different. Both my kids are blond and for whatever strange reason, it bothers me that I look nothing like them. So, I went and got some blond highlights put throughout my hair just to make me feel a little better. It didn't last long. I just don't care for blond hair - it's boring. Sorry if anyone out there is blond, I just don't care for it for me. I've dated several blonds, in fact I'd say 90% of the guys I've dated were blond, so on some level I must like it. I think that lasted about a month then I got bored this past Sunday. I forget how horrible the Carolina humidity is on my hair this time of the year, and natural curls don't really help, so I freaked out after I colored my hair. I thought for sure it was fried. It took me awhile to get accustomed to the Ronald McDonald red mixed with DJ Lance (from Yo Gabba Gabba) orange that took to my formerly blond highlights, but luckily red dye doesn't keep it's color all that well and it has faded out a bit. I think I'm in love with it - for
My corner is coming back. I decided to move some things out of the living room so that I can set up my art space in hopes of feeling like creating again. My ex still has his stuff at my home and I had it all stored in my art area until today. I decided to move his desk, which is taken apart but still bulky, into my foyer area, where my sewing table was sitting waiting for his stuff to leave. I know, it's not the best thing for my guest to walk into my house and see right up front. Personally, I don't care. I kinda decided that I don't entertain anyway and my friends know and love me, they know my situation, so I'm pretty sure they aren't looking down at me for having my home in disarray. Besides, there are worse piles of clutter in my home than in my foyer. So here is part of it already in use.
I have to brag about my awesome bag (to the right of the pic) that I got at a yard sale for a dollar. Perfect for taking my acrylic inks and whatnot whenever I go to art functions or hang with friends. I love having my space back and it was really nice too because I had room for my daughter, who loves doing "art projects" with mommy.
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.