Spring is in the air!

It may be a little bit premature to  proclaim my love of the start of spring weather (as Oregon has a nasty little habit of mid-spring hailstorms) but it's how I feel nonetheless. As most of my blogs seem to start, I must apologize for the absence. My life has been two things as of late: Busy and boring.

As soon as spring break ended for my university I found myself spending more time in the library than any first weeks prior to this term. In addition, after a weeklong break from Kiss Me, Kate the cast was lagging a little, especially in the dance sequences. Outside of the theater, my term is filled with accounting, macroeconomics, media writing, and retail buying classes. As a studious college girl, responsible cast member and choreographer's assistant, I threw myself into my real life, completely forgetting about my online life. Only after I caught up reading blogs that I had neglected to check for the past few weeks, did I feel like writing again.

I regret this, but I have not been wearing vintage all that frequently lately. I shall blame the weather and my constant running between my room, the library, and the theater. However I must confess, dear readers, that I've also been bit by the lazy bug. Having piles of washing, mending, homework, and books to sell can do that to a person. But fear no more, for I am back and as fresh faced and ready to return to the interwebs as ever!

After quite a drought of good shopping trips this past winter, I am glad to report that my last few shopping attempts have treated me well. I've added five dresses, a shorter length crinoline, navy pumps, a purple hat, and a babydoll nightgown to my clothing collection in the past few weeks! In non-vintage buying, my mom treated me to new black and white cardigans which I have been wearing all the time! And then, there are the things. I try to keep my collection of "things" to a minimum because my storage space in my world is minimal at the moment. Still, I could not pass up mini-muffin pans for $3 apiece. Likewise, a jewelry holder for traveling, a dress pattern, and a card of snap fasteners, the book The World with a Fence begged to be taken home as did a red-handled biscuit cutter (which I have needed for some time).

After all of my previous indecision, my hair is brown again. It really was a fluke, because the result was much darker than expected, but I've been told it suits me. Brown may suit me, but this monster that is residing atop my skull does not. Very high on my to-do list is to get my hair cut, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for a middy long cut, which is what I'd really like. Oh decisions, you must wait until another day.

In the meantime, I'll be dreaming of summer and relaxing in style like Ms. Charrise.

Raven or Auburn or Platinum... oh my!

I'm one of the most indecisive people you will meet.When I was younger, I swore that pink was the worst color ever to be invented. Now, I can't get enough of it! I switched my major from Environmental Science (aka: rooting around in the woods) to Merchandising Management (aka: being an aesthetics expert). And now, finally, the thing I haven't been able to keep from toying with for the past 6 years has come back to haunt me. Yes folks, I am talking about my innate need to change my haircolor.

I was happy enough as a child. Born a blonde, my hair had darkened to a light brown by the time I was finished with middle school. The summer before high school and a bottle of Sun-In left my long hair with some lighter brown and blond tones, but by sophmore year, I had to change again. I took my hair up to my shoulders and a dark blonde shade. I was happy for quite a while, but after a few months, it was time to go darker. A dark brown and some side bangs gave me a new outlook on life, not to mention they were a perfect contrast to my milky complexion. Senior year saw me wanted to change again. This time, it was a burgundy-red color and a shorter length that was way too hard to keep perfect. I went down a few shades to a brighter red, but knew that it wouldn't stay for long. After getting some of the color bleached out, I was a gorgeous strawberry blonde for my senior prom. I didn't do much with my hair that summer, because of the damage the bleaching did. But by the time I was about to move to attend college, I decided on an a-line bob, blunt bangs, and a deep brown shade. The bangs reminded me of elementary school, so I started growing the whole lot out and didn't dye for a while in an attempt to look more natural. This past summer, I was stricken with a fever to change my hair drastically and went a dark brown that might as well have been black. I was so happy, that color and I had a long and healthy relationship. Subsequently, when I started to see my romantic relationship tumble down, I decided that black and I were not meant to be. A weekend was spent stripping the dark out of my hair and getting to a natural auburn shade, which is where I am now.

I am now stuck. Where do I go from here? As of now, my hair looks ginger-peachy (does anyone get my pun, or have I just seen Meet Me In St. Louis too many times?). I had planned to go the whole nine yards and further lighten my hair over spring break in hopes of going platinum this summer. But I've begun looking at pictures of Dita Von Teese, and I feel like rekindling my romance with raven locks.

See my jam? Which of the colors do I choose? I know what Marilyn and Grace would say, but I've always been more of a Jane or a Bettie. Still, that iconic color captured best by Lucy and Rita gets me every time.