.brunette by mistake.

Another day, another lesson learned.

Friends, don't attempt to highlight your hair at home. No matter how good the customer reviews are on the product, the outcome will NOT be good.

In an attempt to save money, I decided to research at-home highlighting kits. I figured I had watched my hair dresser do her thing enough, I could surely do it myself.

Sally's Beauty Supply has a highlighting kit called Blond Brilliance that has great customer reviews. I bought it based on the reviews and price. (It was just under $10.) I also bought a small package of foils and a comb with a skinny metal handle to use with the foils. Armed and ready, I was excited about the potential money we could save in the future by my doing my own hair.

The fun stopped there.

The kit came with a cap, which I decided to try first. I was doing it all by myself, so I thought the cap might be easier to master. Not so. I had a lot of trouble finding all the holes on the back of the cap, plus it hurt to pull my hair through. (Sensitive scalp, what can I say?) 

I then clipped up all my hair except for the very bottom. I opened my foils, folded one over the comb handle just like the professionals do, and couldn't for the life of me figure out how to get the hair to stay taught over the foil, then how to brush the bleach on my hair without being able to see the darn back of my head. (Having someone to help me would've been ideal. I, however, was too eager beaver to wait on help.)

That's when I got the brilliant idea to simply brush the bleach on my hair section by section. 

What do you know? It was a terrible idea.

As the bleach processed, my new butterscotch/carrot top look emerged. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good while, trying not to freak out.

Then I decided what I had done was an awful, awful thing.

I got in the shower to wash my hair and cried.

All I could see in the mirror was me as a freshman in college, yellow-orange hair from a box kit that had promised to turn my hair platinum blonde.

I threw on a baseball cap and drove to Wal-mart for brown hair dye.

I ended up buying this:

Like a desperado, I drove home to blow dry my butterscotch hair and apply the brown dye. I didn't leave it on my hair as long as the box said because I didn't want my hair to be super dark.

After rinsing and blow drying my hair, I noticed some splotchiness in the color. I still had dye leftover, so I tried to cover the blonde stripes up. Re-rinse, re-blow-dry. Notice more splotchiness. Repeat process about 3-4 times.

Hours later, I feel much better.

If anyone dares mentions the blonde patches that are still there, I'm gonna claim the ombre look. 

In a couple of weeks, I'll probably buy the same hair color again and give it another all-over treatment to help cover any remaining blonde.

So until further notice, I suppose I'm a brunette.

.when being a girl isn't so fun.

I want to start by saying: I love being a girl. I think I'm good at it. Way better than I'd probably be at being a guy.

Regardless, there are times in life when being a girl flat out stinks.

And now I'm going to talk about something that, if you're a guy, is going to be grody.

This one's for the girls though...

Ladies, have you ever had an ovarian cyst? Oh, ew. Yeah, it's kinda disgusting. More than that, it's darn painful. And I have one.

Or, should I say, I had one??? (Please, God, let it be gone. Let that horrific, relentless pain I felt earlier today be what the doctor described as the cyst "resolving itself.")

AKA, with any luck, that little nugget of pain is ruptured. But I don't really know for sure. All I know is this:

(Here's my cyst-tastic story.)

So, apparently back in June I felt a pinching feeling in my right ovary. I have that recorded in my calendar. The emptiness on my July and August calendars tell me those months must have been blissfully pain free.

The pain reared its ugly head again in early September. I remember three solid days of that pinching feeling on my right ovary. I was walking bent over a lot of the time, and, even though  I still went to work, I would unbutton my jeans on the way to work to try to help ease any pressure that might be causing pain in that area. Obviously, I made an appointment during this time.

For the first time in my life, I had an ultrasound (which are kinda fun and relaxing in a way -- the belly jelly is warm -- who knew). I also had a (close your ears, potential boy readers) vaginal ultrasound. Gag me, right?!?!

But I'm so glad I was proactive enough to get these done despite being nervous. I got a call a few days later telling me that I do in fact have a tiny cyst on my right ovary that would, in time, "resolve itself." These are apparently very common in women of child-bearing age.

Why haven't I heard any of my friends talking about this before? Huh? Where's the info? Way to leave a sistah in the dark.

Fast forward to today. I start feeling achey, like maybe a fever is coming on. It's Sunday, so I feel justified in taking a nap anyway. Upon waking up, I feel even worse. I'm running a low-grade fever, shivering, and my ovary abruptly starts hurting. Doesn't take but a blink of an eye for the pain to escalate to the point of me writhing around on the bed, whimpering in pain. I send a text to my husband (who is watching Nascar in the living room) and ask him to come in the bedroom.

When he gets there, I (while in excruciating pain) manage to get the words out that I need some Aleve. It probably takes about a half hour before it really kicks in, and during that time I experience the worst pain I think I've ever felt. I decide in that moment that if what I am feeling is anything like what being in labor feels like, my new life motto is going to be, "Get me the epidural."

I'm praying that what I felt was the cyst rupturing and that relief is here. If the cyst is still there, I'm dreading the next time it gives me grief. Besides that pain on my ovary, there was excruciating pain in my whole lower area (sorry for the TMI but some women need to know), the fever and chills, and nausea. All are symptoms of a cyst rupturing.

I'm sharing this info on my blog in case any other ladies have questions about this particular issue. Being a woman is (most of the time) amazing. Our bodies and what they are capable of are nothing short of miraculous. But for the times when being a woman isn't all it's cracked up to be, it's good to know we can share our struggles with each other.

.abby's fall picnic baby shower.

My sister and sister-in-law are both due in October with their little girls. We had my sister's shower a couple of weeks ago, and we had Abby's shower yesterday.

It was a gorgeous day, and Fall was definitely in the air, so our "fall picnic" theme felt just right.

Mia's nursery is decorated in plum and aqua chevron, so we incorporated these colors and patterns in here and there, along with fresh wild flowers, gingham print, finger foods and a variety of pies as opposed to the traditional cake. (The pies were my personal favorite part.)

Menu

Pie (apple, cherry, pecan)

fresh baguette bread

cubed cheese

 red grapes

pita chips

spinach artichoke dip

quiche (spinach, bacon, crab)

apple orchard punch

We played a game where everyone got a list of characteristics & had to guess whether Abby hoped Mia would acquire Abby's or my brother's of each one.

The winners (we had a tie) received a goody bag filled with hand sanitizer, a nail file, nail polish, body butter, Burt's Bees chap stick and notepads.

We had such a great time and Mia received lots of pretty presents. I can't wait to meet my sweet niece! She'll be here before I know it and my heart will be so full.

.goodbye summer.

I remember once...about 2 weeks ago...it was Labor Day. And it was a good day. Even if it did take me this long to blog about it.

Hubs and I enjoyed a day out on the lake with family. It was so relaxing. I love the feel of the wind in my face while chilling in a boat, cruising over the water.

Afterwards we headed back to my sister's house for grilled out burgers and hot dogs.

Now that Summer's last hoorah is over, I'm ecstatic about the months to come.

Did you know that Fall is my favorite time of the year?

Candy corn, changing & falling leaves, Thanksgiving, pumpkins, chilly air, fire pits, and...most importantly...the arrival of my TWO nieces!

Sis and SIL are both due to deliver their little girls in October. Two more reasons my most favorite month of the year will be even more special!

On that note, I bid adieu to summer 2013 and welcome with open arms the season that brings exciting change and a fresh invigoration for this blessed life I live!

.a very special woodland baby shower.

A couple of weeks ago, my sister-in-law and I threw a woodland-themed baby shower for my sister. I put my heart and soul into this one, and it was a success (thanks to Pinterest, which is where every design element came from). My sister shined and baby Molly was gifted with many beautiful things. So without further ado, here are some pictures!

Menu:

Pretzel Crisps

Pita Chips

Hummus

Broccoli & Carrots

Ranch Dip
Owl Sugar Cookies

Spice Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting

Punch: Apple Juice mixed with Sprite

We filled out "Wishes for Molly" cards.

And instead of playing games, we decorated onesies, which was so much fun. We found most of our white onesies at yard sales for about .50 a piece, all in new condition!

Supplies for Decorating Onesies:

Butcher Paper (to cover table top with)

White Onesies

Store-Bought Stencils (letters & various designs)

Freezer Paper Stencils (pre-cut with my Silhouette Cameo)

Fabric Scraps

Wonder-Under (for ironing on fabric designs)

Iron-on Letters

Fabric Paint

Sponge Brushes

Fabric Markers

Cardboard (to go inside onesie when using paint)

Iron & Ironing Board

Finally, my sister opened her gifts. She got so many cute things and lots of handmade gifts for Molly. And me, being the good sister I am, made my sister cry with my letter to Molly. My sister only read a few lines and had to stop because she didn't want to cry. She said she'd finish reading it in about 10 years. I honestly don't think she's finished reading it to this day...

I had SO MUCH fun throwing this shower for my big sis, my BFF. I am so excited to meet Molly, it's not even funny.

I love you, Emily! (And Molly Grace) ;-)

.sisters reunited.

My sister moved to my neck of the woods!!!!!!

Y'all may not understand. She's my bestie. And we haven't lived close to each other in 7 years.

And I'm in love with her new home. Is it okay to be obsessed with it? Because I'm enthusiastically crazy about it.

I mean...right?!?!

For her first night in the new house, her husband couldn't be there, so my mom and I spent the night, girls'-only-slumber-party-style. No furniture had been delivered yet, so we slept on cots and an inflatable mattress.

So. Much. Fun.

Even though she's still 45 minutes away from my house, I'm ecstatic she's here. It doesn't seem real yet that we can actually hang out on a whim. No packing bags to visit, no going months without seeing each other. Sisters reunited.

^ That's my preggo sis. Also, that's her house. The one I'm all giddy over.

Hope she's cool with hosting all the family holidays and special events. Because I already signed her up for them.

.linen & flax.

Last week, a longtime dream got crossed off the bucket list.

I, along with my mom, sister and sis-in-law, started a flea market booth!

Derived from Proverbs 31, we named our booth Linen & Flax.

 

"She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands."

-Proverbs 31:13

"She maketh fine linen, and selleth it..."

-Proverbs 31:24

Our booth size is 6'x5' and we are upstairs in a legit old building.

We. Are. Having. A. Blast.

We even have a FACEBOOK & TWITTER to post updates whenever we add new items. Feel free to follow along!

Here's a little shot of me, my sister and mom after we got the booth set up. (My sister-in-law was out of town.) We were completely exhausted but so very excited!

Let the adventure begin!