Inspiration

Light, bright, cheery colors; an homage to this beautiful weather happening. I can't wait to wear flowers in my hair.

Happy Monday

I had some fun trimming my bangs last night, and decided to make a video...





Happy Monday lovelies, here's to a beautiful new week!

Jerseylicious...? I hope not.

I'm starting my journey (over) of becoming a licensed hairstylist.  This time in New Jersey.  I am the queen of coming up with an idea - usually something way too over the top and not by any means practical - and just running with it.  100% of the time I have no idea of what will happen in the end. My last bright idea after graduating college was to move to New York and become a famous hairstylist.  Actually, I didn't even care to be famous, I just wanted to move to New York and do what I loved.  I lasted through the 8 month program, getting on a bus at 7am every morning, commuting during one of the most brutal winters, and surprisingly, I loved every minute of it.  I graduated at the top of my class, and immediately got a highly respected job at my dream salon.  After a few months of 13 hour days, bus passes that were more money than my paycheck, and utter exhaustion, I became overwhelmed with what I had come to know as "real life". I accepted defeat and gave up. I came back to New Jersey with no clue how I'd move on to the next step.  I still wanted to do hair, which was obviously not going to happen in New York, but my pride would NEVER allow me to re-enroll in hair school in New Jersey.  I went to the fashion capital of the world for a reason people.

Well now, more than a year later, I look back and laugh at myself, because I am currently going to cosmetology school in Central New Jersey. I am trying to be a responsible 26 year old -cough- adult -cough-, but I feel as though I've lost any and all morals/standards I've held for myself throughout my entire life.  I've thought about going back to New York, I've interviewed at salons, I've even convinced myself that I wanted to be back in the city.  Who am I kidding? I hate the commute.  I hate that it's always 20 degrees hotter in Manhattan.  I hate that it smells like garbage pretty much everywhere you go. I hate relying on public transportation to get to work on time.  I hate being shoulder to shoulder with sweaty people. I think I just hate working in the city. I want to be able to enjoy my time spent there, and unless I hit the lottery, I will never be able to live comfortably in New York.  I'll save Manhattan for happy day trips to museums, and special occasion dates at yummy restaurants.

More or less, I might just be complaining about my existence for the next 7 weeks, and this is my apology in advance.

I hope I didn't offend any fellow New Jersians with this post.  Oh, who am I kidding, I don't really care.

Facebook Shmacebook

I'm sure I'm not the only one at this point, but I am quite frankly over Facebook.  I don't update much personally, unless it's a video of my niece singing along to Yo Gabba Gabba, or a photo of her with stickers all over her face.  I swore I'd never be that Mom one day to post terrifying 3D images of my uterus, or my kid naked in a bathtub, but sadly I have fallen into that stereotype... only, it's my niece.  Otherwise, I mainly use the app on my iPhone to scroll through endless crap about the happenings of my former high school and college buddies - most of whom I haven't spoken to since 2009.  I want to start focusing more energy on my hair page, and I need to step my Facebook game up!  How do you all keep your professional pages fresh, new, and fun?  Help a girl out and comment with some suggestions!

Blonde bombshell.