vlog: how i curl my hair

so here's the honest truth. you asked. i obliged. and i will never be a beauty blogger ("um" "i don't know what i'm doing" "i like cheap stuff" "I ONLY KNOW WHAT WORKS FOR MY HAIR"). but, here you have it, because i think everyone should suffer through such a self deprecating experience. and yet i may have somewhat enjoyed it if not for the sole fact that at the end, you get to meet my cat and he just made the whole thing less awkward. in my experience, cats do that. they're a crowd pleaser. so if you must, just skip the entire first TEN minutes of this video to get to that part.

i really don't know what i'm doing about hair. my only advice is to sit in front of a mirror and practice every day until you don't look like you just got back from prom. that was my entire goal, really. just learn to "shake it out". and brush your curls. the end.

(also, next vlog ideas...? please don't say more beauty videos. i can't.)(i'm a big fat liar, i do enjoy making vlogs just not anything beauty related.)

the craziest thing i've ever done

reasons why i think i might have dyed my hair:

• the angst of the last six months is finally showing face? 
• i am on board to achieving all the things in life i've ever wanted to and i wanted a tangible reflection of that in my appearance?
• i was bored?
• every time i've cut my hair short i've regretted it so doing something different meant i had to take a different route aside from using the scissors?
• i've always wanted to try ombre but didn't have the guts until i met tonya and realized how awesome it is?
• i've never ever added any color in my hair, so why not?
• i wanted to do something just for myself?

i honestly don't know what it was. one second i'm just drooling over hair on pinterest and the next i'm meeting tonya and asking my best friends, "should i do this?" jokingly. and then i'm getting a hair cut and decide to ask my stylist (and soul mate, let's get real) what she'd think about going ombre. she loved the idea. and then i was making the appointment and doing something i have never done before. EVER. make this the craziest thing i've ever done. i kind of think that means i need more crazy in my life. i've just never really been interested, to be quite honest. so who knows what finally made me take the plunge. regardless, i love it. i'm not convinced i'm cool enough to work it, but if i have to fake it, i will.

also- quite possibly jenny and i were the cause of a car accident while we took these. one second we are taking pictures on the railroad tracks and the next i'm peeking over jenny's shoulder because we hear a huge crash. right. in. front. of. us. a male college student had rear ended a truck. i'm going to pretend like he hadn't seen us and therefore only rear ended someone because he was texting while driving.

lastly, montana has already experienced its first snow. sorry but i might just use my hunter's to double as snow boots for the time being because i love them so much (and they're the infamous boots that get complimented on by writer boy.)

dress: forever21 // cardigan: urban outfitters // tights: modcloth //

boots: Hunters via Zappos

in the bang of things

two weeks ago, i did the only thing i know best when i'm feeling a little bit stir-crazy. i made a hair appointment for myself. now, i'm really really terrified of getting my hair cut by people i don't know. i've had some bad experiences that took months and months to fix. but i did it. i yelped the heck out of this hair salon, read a hundred reviews, tallied which hairdresser was most recommended, asked what friends of mine lived in missoula year round where they went, and finally just did it. i made an appointment. yahoo! except, i was terrified. today was the day. i told myself i was just going to get a trim. nothing scary. and yet i found myself seated before a mirror in the coolest hair salon i've ever been in after being complimented on my outfit twice with a really well dressed awesome experienced hair dresser behind me pulling up the picture i've had my eyes on since last year. i knew that i wanted to get it done at some point and set a goal for myself that i wouldn't do it until my hair was really long enough to go for it (after one failed attempt last summer that didn't turn out). so there i was. giving the awesome hair dresser the picture and i said to do it with a smile on my face even though i was so unsure. but i did it. and all the stir-crazy, fussy, claustrophobic, restless, and crazed thoughts in my head left. *poof*. it was really, really great. call me narcissistic or materialistic, but walking out of a salon with a hair cut you love has to be on the top 10 favorite feelings list. it just has to be.