A Kristen kinda day

hmm.. maybe the title of this blog should really just be the name of my blog..
ANYWHOM
walked dogs, had healthy snacks, did crafty things, cleaned, read newspaper.. CLEARLY a day off from work and commitments!
so I marched myself off to the grocery store with my gas coupons (more on that kind of excitement later)
and got myself the 
MUCH ANTICIPATED HAIR CURLERS!!

I've been waiting and counting my coupon money anxiously WAITING to add to my 'Kristen's attempts to be girly' pile. CAN'T WAIT!
it came to me the other day when I received yet another wedding invitation in the mail and I said to myself "giiiiiiirrrlllll, you always look so ridiculous at weddings!" its true.. I get a dress thats not normal.. that I love when I buy it and then look at pictures and realise I should have went for bland rather than tribal.. AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MY HAIR! SO! when the thought of hair curler roller things popped into my brain I was like YEEEEEEEESSS this could save alot of dilemma for occasions when I need to look a lot less.. me.


SO I bought them, looked up youtube videos (got bored didn't watch any of them till the end.. or beginning) pretended to look up websites on how to make the best of my hair curlers.. got bored of people telling me what to do. "I'LL FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF" I said. So I had a shower.. 
and the hair curling began.. "big ones here oh how about a small one there this looks great here oh yay i look like a person in a movie with curlers in my hair!" and strutted my way around the house for the rest of the day like a famous movie star awaiting for time my curler things can come out of my hair so I can go make my fabulous appearance at the red carpet.


 Its pretty bad right? I'm glad I didn't just curl my hair the night before and get my extra hours of ZZzzzZ and expect to go to a wedding like this! especially since the first wedding of the year will be my one and only blood Brother. 

 BUT! is it better than when I decided to fill my time while travelling alone in Vietnam to get my  haircut in a town where white people don't exist, rusty scissors, 50+ bystanders, no words of english, and a big giant book of asian pop stars with multicoloured hair, layers, and hair spiked in all directions?
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Morning after Starwars party hair.

or my hair in junior high when I cut it all to look like 'Hannah' from Sclub7 but ended up looking like not just a boy.. but a member from the beatles (hmm.. maybe it was a BEIBER HAIR CUT?!) I was also told in elementry school by my hairdresser that I have far to huge of a forehead to ever dismiss the bangs from my life.. so I was the kid with 'fringe' when it was far from cool to even think about having them..
I have also experienced the obvious really giant frizz ball hair.. My mother also not being girly never introduced me to PRODUCTS that make hair look normal OR a thing called the hair straightener. I went through trying to have cool hair by having maroon hair, red hair, dark hair, blondish hair (turned orange hair)... and accidentally purple hair..Infact the first time my hair was dyed my dear friend Margot did it. AND it was dyed in red SPOTS instead of my whole head. hah maybe I'm just ment for bad hair..

My journey to be a girl with nice hair continues. 

the thing I enjoy about this is: ability to take risks + laugh.. annnd.. acceptance.