The black hair from my Bellatrix getup is washing out slowly as indicated by a subtle gray stream of water down the drain every time I shower. As many of you know, I quit using shampoo on my hair in 2003 after learning how bad soaps are for curly and severely dry hair. (And to answer your questions: No. I’ve never had oily hair. Not before I quit using shampoo or since.) So, since I do want the color to fade out eventually, I’m using a very mild baby shampoo on my hair periodically. I think using baby shampoo makes my curls more frizzy but I guess that’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make so that the hair dye will eventually prove the “temporary” label on the box justified. However, I am enjoying the dark hair while I have it. I mean, why not?
I’m wearing a dress with leggings in that picture and NikkiZ about died when she found out I was planning on wearing a dress to Thanksgiving dinner. “A DRESS? I didn’t know you had any dresses!” Well, I didn’t. I bought this one to go with the black hair. And I wore it with leggings so I felt less in fear of flashing all of MrZ’s extended family.
Here are some other pictures from the trip. The pictures always sum up the adventures better than my words do, anyway.
Man. These guys are cute.
Our Thanksgiving was great. I didn’t take any pictures of the crazy amount of food because I was too busy eating it. I did run Thanksgiving morning, though. On my own. In a strange neighborhood. I was kinda proud of that. Although I’m pretty sure that 30-minute run didn’t counteract the 14 pieces of various pies I ate after dinner. At least I tried. Update from 2021: UGGGGG. There Kim of yesteryear goes again, creating a weird reward system relationship with food.
We made it home without too treacherous of a time in the car and now I’m doing the ritualistic 14 loads of laundry post-travel. Why is it, no matter how short our trip, we always end up with an entire week’s worth of dirty clothes when we get home? Do we pick up castaways while we’re gone? Do our close mutate along the highway? We were gone barely 48 hours yet there are no less than 6 loads of laundry being dealt with today. Obviously my belly wasn’t the only thing expanding under the weight of tryptophan.