house-sitting, haircuts and a party!


Bug and I are house-sitting and cat-sitting again. It sure is nice that Bethany goes out of town so much so we can roam around her house and live like kings. We haven’t been here very long though so I don’t have any amazing house-sitting/cat-sitting adventures to report yet. But Bethany does. She had a crazy adventure just trying to get to her traveling destination. You can read about it here.

painting a pumpkin


doo toot doo

So far we’ve squeezed in some pottery painting. Then we swooped back home really quick for a hair cut and to attend Whoorl’s super fabulous Gap Party in Beverly Hills. I know. Sometimes I even can’t believe my life. But don’t let me get ahead of myself. First the haircuts.


A while back Annalie and Bug got caught in Annalie’s closet playing with some scissors. I’m sure you can guess what they were doing. Bug has gotten in trouble for cutting her hair before so she should know better but she’s THREE and she watches me cut my own bangs in the bathroom mirror all the time so I’m not entirely surprised that she disobeyed me and went hacking away at Annalie’s bangs.


Of course I was mortified when I saw that Bug had cut Annalie’s bangs within an inch of her skull. Thankfully, Bethany and Troy are easy-going parents and nobody was too mad about it. Annalie ended up getting a cute haircut out of the whole mess and that was that.

so long!

Annalie was much kinder on Bug’s hair and only cut a bit of her side hair giving her some trendy side-swept bangs and maybe some texture on the back right side. It was all fine. It would grow out. But then I had to go and meddle with it.

I thought I’d just stop into a little barber shop next to the laundromat one day and ask the really nice barber woman (not to be confused with my regular hairstylist who is in these photos) to blend in Bug’s side bangs with some soft layers around face. It seemed logical to me.

I guess the woman didn’t hear me at all because she hacked Bug’s trendy side-swept bangs in a diagonal chop upwards toward the crown of her head that made absolutely no sense at all. It was shocking. I stopped her right in the middle of the hair cut, thanked her, gave her ten bucks and fled the store as fast as I could. It was a tragedy, not to mention a waste of ten bucks! But I didn’t really see any other way to fix it. I should know better than to just pop into a barber shop that is deserted.


I put up with the weird wedge bangs for about two weeks and then made an appointment with my real hair stylist for Bug and CC and I to get our hair properly cut and styled. We would make a “Girl’s Day Out” of it so that CC and I could have fancy hair for the party later that evening.

me before

For once, I actually had my hair cut on a day that I was going out that night. Usually, I end up pulling my hair back into a pony tail and showering before anyone sees it all blow-dried and pretty.

me after

I think my hair looked better in real life. The lighting was funny in the hair salon or maybe I just don’t match well with black and white hexagonal wall paper. Unfortunately, the swoopy curls fell out about a half an hour after I got home because it’s been extremely humid at my house lately. I tried to put the curls back in with my curling iron but that was just a hot sweaty mess.

CC before

CC got her hair cut too. CC has a mass of amazing curls. I like her hair just the way it is and as far as I’m concerned she should keep her hair this way until the end of time. But sometimes girls just need haircuts because they are fun to get. So even though everyone agreed that CC’s hair should stay the way it is, my hair stylist pulled some magic tricks out of her bag and made CC look like this just for fun:

CC after

It was amazing. CC looked like a model out of a shampoo commercial. Her hair flounced and bounced and swooped over her eye like a movie-star. But then when we got back to my house, the humidity got the best of her too and her old curls sprung back to her head like a flock of faithful little curly lambs following her wherever she goes. Good thing her curls are adorable.

born to snack

And then it was off to the Gap Party for CC and I while Bug stayed home with her Dad and had In-and-Out.

Beverly Hills

What’s this Gap Party, you’re wondering? Well, I’m not sure exactly what it is myself but I think Gap is throwing these parties with bloggers all over the country to help them launch their new line of jeans called “Born to Fit.” I’m just lucky enough to know one of those bloggers who is part of it. What can I say? It’s good to have friends with pretty hair and connections.

me and whoorl

the store

It was terribly fun. Drinks, friends, tiny food (Why oh why didn’t I take a photo of the tiny food?!! It was so cute.) and free jeans!

trying on jeans

I tried on several pairs and surprisingly it wasn’t as horrible a experience as trying on jeans usually is for me. I actually found more than one pair that fit and CC and I had a hoot taking photos and generally being bloggers about the whole thing. Drinks and cameras are always a good thing in the dressing room, no?

changing room toes

Abigale and CC

We made some new friends and left the party with two sweet pairs of new jeans.

they look big but they fit

Books and Hair News

I'm Dirty! I Stink!

When we go to the library I always peruse the kids’ new-books section. The books probably aren’t all that new since our library is the size of a shoebox and hardly ever gets new books but hey, it’s close enough to walk to so we don’t complain! I look for books that are interestingly illustrated FOR ME. Not for Bug but for me. Why? Because I like to dissect how the illustrator created them. Did they use watercolor? Pencil? Dry brush? Is it printed in pantone or process? Woodcut? Stamping? I learn a lot about illustration from kids books.

My second rule for what books we check out is whether or not the books have too many words on a page. Just like my rule for ordering a latte at Starbucks, if you can say it in five words or less it’s better. While I like the idea of reading chapter books to Bug someday, we are unfortunately still at the less-is-more stage of her attention span. I hate reading books to her at night that have paragraphs and paragraphs on each page. She gets bored easily and next thing I know she’s climbing over my head and nobody’s getting sleepy besides me. If they rhyme, even better.

dig in

Once in a while we find the perfect book. Not too many words and amazing illustrations for me. Sometimes Bug likes that book too and than we read it over and over and over multiple times every night. Right now we are totally besotted with the I Stink books by Kate and Jim McMullan. We have two of them checked out from the library, I’m Dirty and I Stink.

trash compacting

They’re so funny. They have rhythm. They are fun to read and look at. I think I need to start an Amazon wish list for Bug and put these books on it because she just can’t get enough of them. She walks around using the phrases from the book. It’s I-Stink-mania around here lately.

It’s kind of funny that Bug should be so in love with such boyish books right now since she just recently informed me that her “asteroid shoes” (the faux Vans with TI Invaders on them that I think are downright adorable…) are for boys. Hmph! I said. I like your asteroid shoes. But she will not wear them. She still likes green over pink but she will only wear her flowery “Easter” shoes that Gramma Sugar bought her. Whatever. Kids will be kids. I’m guessing my days of dressing her as a tomboy are numbered…or are they? Who knows.

sittin' pretty

The other day when we got our hair cut, I was mildly amused that she wanted her hair curled like a princess. Since when does she like princess hair? Maybe that trip to Barbie-land rubbed off on her.


As you can see, I needed some princess hair myself. Or at least I felt like I needed a hair cut or something. After I was at the salon and my favorite hairdresser pretty much told me that my hair is healthy and only needed one tiny millimeter cut off, I realized that maybe it’s not my hair that is the problem but instead the hair-wearer. But nonetheless, a trip to the hair dresser was needed if only for the shampoo massage!


After my hair was all cut (which took about five minutes) my hair dresser curled my hair with a fancy-dancy pink armless curling iron. It was quite tricky to work and she had to use some sort of glove-mitt thing to hold the hair on it. It looked like a major pain in the neck but I let her do it because I figured I should get my money’s worth. Haircuts are not cheap!

all done!

I’ve never had my hair curled like this. It made me feel all feminine and fluffy. I wanted to flounce about and have a tea party. One of these days I’m going to remember to get a haircut before I have to go somewhere. It’s such a shame that this nice hairstyling was wasted on the grocery store. But such is life.


Pretty hair was not wasted on Bug though. Everywhere we go is an event for her. The grocery store especially. She loves shopping with her little cart. Everyone stops to say hi to her and tell her she’s cute. She eats it all up while I roll my eyes and prompt her to say “thank you.” It’s only good manners after all.

She’s pretty good about saying thank you. She just waves and says, “thanks.” Probably in defiance of me. But that’s okay. At least she isn’t throwing herself down on the floor or hiding in the detergent aisle like she did that one time when the little cart was missing. She loves that cart. If I wasn’t such a stickler about clutter, I’d buy her a little cart to push around the house. But I’m not going there. Nope. We have enough stuff for her to bang around the house. I have bruises on my legs to prove it.

curl girls

So that’s that. We are happy curl girls. Or at least we were for about 1.5 hours. That’s how long I lasted before I put my mop in a ponytail and Bug’s curls fell out because she inherited her dad’s stick straight hair.


I’d write more but it’s almost 2 am and no matter how hard I try to come up with a neat ending, it’s just not going to end neatly. So Blah. We’ll end it with that.