Monday, April 27, 2009
It was prom on Saturday and I did some hair. Here is one of my up-do clients, Margaret Trajan, my friend Kathy's younger sister. I love doing up do's. They might be my favourite part of doing hair. They can be stressful though, depending on who you're dealing with, and what the event is. Weddings are kind of scary if you don't really know the bride. Wedding hair has to be perfect. Margaret is always a good client. She's overly enthusiastic about anything I do to her hair. (I usually cut it) I'm learning more about up do's from doing them, and since I don't do them that often, the curve is sort of slow. Anyway, this is one I was proud of. They aren't the best pictures because of lighting and such, but it'll give you an idea
And here is the final product. That's all natural red hair by the way. No fair.
Anywho, tomorrow I begin my journy to the land of caribou and guns to meet my new nephew Owen and spend some time with a certain green bean. Ann offered to take Adriel for a week so I could go visit her. I'm rather excited, although I know that a week is going to fly by so fast. I taking the bus up early Wednesday morning. The bus turned out to be cheaper than taking my car due to the cost of the ferry. I'm feeling a little anxious about taking Sloan on the bus, like am I going to have to sit beside someone, and consistantly nurse in front of them? And I'm going to have to have him on my lap at all times?? Thats a long time to be holding a baby without a break. Unless they let me take my car seat on, but then the guy on the phone said that I could bring it on as a carry on and stow it above my seat. That didn't really make sense to me. Why bring it on board at all if it has to go above my seat the whole time?? I also feel like I need to bring so much stuff, and don't know how to go about packing it all. I have some clothes for Owen, seeing as I have two boys of my own, and I have to bring hair stuff to do mom's hair. No, it can't wait, this is mom we're talking about and she is more vain than any of her daughters, I must say. Not that she should be critisized for it necessarily, because as a result, she always looks good. I don't. It's sort of embarrasing actually, because I'm a hairdresser, and during the week I hardly do my hair. I go out, and many people who I know, who know I'm a hair stylist see me like that. No make up, and ratty, fluffly, frizzy hair. That gives a really bad impression, I'm sure. I mean how can people expect me to be good at doing hair, if I can't even do my own? It's not that I can't do my own, it's that I don't do my own, but they don't know that. I totally went off on a hair tangent. So I'm headed off to the land of Caribou and guns and that's my point. It's not as if you hear from me that often, but it'll explain the lack of blogging for this week. I'll be sure to take lots of pictures of Owen because we need to see what he looks like.
Something I feel I need to address is that Amy said he was that cutest newborn she has ever seen. This is coming from someone who has said that newborns just aren't cute. How is that supposed to make others feel? Hmm? Others who have had newborns. Others who have had newborns recently...I'm just saying is all. Why can't my newborns be cute? To other people I mean. Of course they're cute to me. Not that I doubt Owen is cute, and I can't wait to meet him. I love newborns.
Well Sloan just fell asleep on the floor and I don't want to move him. I'm going to bed. Oh and Happy Birthday to Laura, how has 18 minutes of her actual day to go. A whole week to follow.
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