I know it seems like just yesterday I was parading around a new short-short haircut (that woops a few of you scorned me for not blogging about), but it was actually February 11th. 5 weeks ago! Here’s what it looked like since I didn’t share then :
The bad news about chopping your hair into a seemingly ‘low-maintenance’ cut is that when it starts growing back it’s pretty noticeable. “IT” being a shaggy neck blanket and loose floppy layers none of which are advisable when trying not to look like an eight year old boy with tits.
ps letting your husband wield scissors to your head is a sign of complete trust and also mental instability. also, NOT approved action per my hairdresser.
So I went back this weekend and did a little “you know, a little less here, more like, choppy here, maybe this part a little different…” until my hairdresser said,
“so, more pixie-ish”
And I agreed and now this is what I look like and I love it and PLEASE JUST STOP GROWING FOR A WHILE!
Anyone in the market to trade free haircuts for bestfriendship and Nuun cocktails? It’s ironically expensive to maintain having very little.
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Speaking of tits (?), the Oiselle bras – amaze, no? Total boob heaven. If you haven’t ordered, want to order more, or just need an excuse to drop some mid-day retail therapy, Oiselle is offering FREE SHIPPING on all orders over $50 today. Happy spring, indeed.
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Once again Nuun is putting together teams of lady bloggers to run the e-word Hood to Coast relay this August. I’m not allowed to enter because I ate all the trail mix and farted itoo much in the van last year (kidding – they want fresh meat) so you should apply and let me live vicariously through you. Their announcement and application deets HERE .
Maybe you’ve always wanted to run a relay but don’t have enough crazy friends for a team. Or you love Nuun and want unlimited access to as much as you can possibly drink for a weekend. Or you just want to see if Seattle (where Nuun HQ is) really looks like it does on Grey’s Anatomy.
Here’s my submission from last year for some creative inspiration (and also because I love an excuse to pimp it out and get some more ROI on the time I spent on it)
((hahahahaha it’s a funny joke because ROI = $$ which OUaL does not make))
seriously, PLEASE APPLY. incredible experience.
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Lastly, on a slightly more serious note, I have to admit I was a little nervous being all feelings’y about Sunday’s race and re-finding my competitive spark. Historically those type of posts elicit two types of responses : “ohmygod I feel ya girl thank you so much for sharing!” or “get the fuck over yourself seriously just quit if you hate running you suck. – love, anon”
I don’t write to seek out validation or advice or sympathy. I write what I do because 1) I can, and like to, and 2) because maybe someone can relate and will get something out of it.
But it’s always a nice bonus when people support what you have to say. I was touched (and slightly relieved) by your comments and am once again reminded that the internet, while filled with unjust bullying and assholes at times, is a mostly awesome place. So, thanks for reading and being rad. And if you suck or hate me, thanks for keeping your trap shut about it.
That said, I’ve been tossing around the idea of disabling comments on the blog. Theory being I don’t want to feel my writing is being manipulated by how I think people will react, and because I want to promote more two-way conversation. I LOVE getting emails, twittering with people, and engaging a topic on facebook, but post comments sometimes feel very… forced? dutied? an unnecessary way to vie for extra love and digital-worth?
I don’t want anyone to feel obligated to chime in, or that OUaL’s self-worth is measured by such. I also don’t want to deter anyone from reaching out if they do have something to say, ask, or comment on. I’m a quick “@sarahoual” or ‘compose new email’ away, and 100% would love for you to totally abuse that power.
I’d ask for you to weigh in but that seems kind of hypocritical. Instead, I’ll say happy humpday I’m going to the track tonight! Wooo!