Learning to deal.

I'm learning to deal with my new hair. Attempting to fade the color, I've shampooed my hair a gazillion times. Dare I even say that I am LIKING it now?

Beauty School Dropout.

Let's just say today was not my day for beauty. My day today was just too bad not to share, and when I say bad, I don't mean I was in a bad mood. In fact, I managed to stay chipper all day long. Want to see what I mean? I promise I didn't edit this photo in any way so you can view the real deal; didn't even crop it.

Behold: Goth Girl.

Yeah. The box said "dark ash brown." I got that and then some. My hair went from a light brown to BLACK. It does have some brown spots in there, but quite honestly it's because I stink at putting hair color on evenly. Strike one. So why did I do this, you may ask. It's all in the name of Halloween. Yeah, that's right, Halloween.

Okay, really I just wanted something different. My attempt to extend my last pedicure by putting some more color over it ended up botching the whole thing. Strike two.

The third strike was my home manicure. Listen, it's been YEARS since I painted my fingernails (okay, except for that one time last week), so I'm really out of practice. However, a home manicure I can usually handle. To avoid blabbering on too long (and really boring the menfolk around here), let's just say my bright idea involving Q-Tips and Vaseline didn't go well. Ended up having to do it all twice. Cotton fuzzies in your nail polish is not a good look.

FYI, this is what a once perfectly tidy bathroom looks like after a beauty emergency.

Oh, and do you wanna know the real kick in the pants? Mateo puked on me. Don't worry, he's not sick. He just threw a big tantrum and cried himself into puking. He felt just fine afterward. Meanwhile, I looked like a slimed Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.

So say a prayer for me tonight if you're the prayin' type. I have a hair cut tomorrow. ;-)