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Jul. 23rd, 2012
Shiny things!
Jul. 23rd, 2012 06:51 pm Part of my plan for today was to do a massive picspam of the MH dolls I deboxed over my vacation. (SO MUCH PRETTY.) Yeah. Headache killed that. However, my other plan was to share my birthday goodies with you guys and that can be done. Not necessarily perfectly, but still we can get this done.
My first order of business upon starting my vacation was to dye my hair red. I don't know when I decided I would turn 31 as a redhead of some sort, but I did and by god, I was going to do it right! Yeah. The color turned out much darker than I intended but still. It wasn't orange and I mostly liked it. I say liked because it's red and red dies quickly unless you want it to do so, so now it's morphed into a different shade of red. My favorite thing about going red is that when it settles in to stay a spell, people assume I am a redhead naturally. Even if it's just one person each time, I accept this.
Anyway, to do this I needed something to listen to. When one is dying their hair, they must listen to Tori Amos. It is the law. Thing is, I can't remember where I left my Tori CD book so I had to make do with what I had in my room. I didn't really want to listen to her latest, but I did find my Welcome to Sunny Florida bonus disc.
I fairly quickly found myself liking songs I'd never really paid much attention to before, which made me remember one of my favorite things about Tori songs. Give 'em enough time and you'll find that you're in the right place and time to appreciate a good deal more than you ever would have imagined. I could berate myself for not loving Ruby Through The Looking Glass, Seaside, Bug A Martini, and Apollo's Frock sooner, but hey, sometimes you just need time.
The great thing about birthdays is you get free stuff. Or almost free stuff. Whatever.
( What's this then? )
If you were playing along at home and wanted to know new kitty's name and aren't one of the two people I think are also updated on my goings on fb (y'know, once or twice a month), she was ultimately named Ozma. For some reason when Widget's little sister was born and named, I decided I would call her Ozma. At the time the logic made perfect sense but in the last five or so years, I've forgotten it completely. My naming powers never stuck in this case but since Miss Kitty shared the same name as little sister, I thought it was a sign. Mums has sort of protested and decided to call her Ozzy instead.
I'm off to see if I can sweet talk her into spending some time with me.
My first order of business upon starting my vacation was to dye my hair red. I don't know when I decided I would turn 31 as a redhead of some sort, but I did and by god, I was going to do it right! Yeah. The color turned out much darker than I intended but still. It wasn't orange and I mostly liked it. I say liked because it's red and red dies quickly unless you want it to do so, so now it's morphed into a different shade of red. My favorite thing about going red is that when it settles in to stay a spell, people assume I am a redhead naturally. Even if it's just one person each time, I accept this.
Anyway, to do this I needed something to listen to. When one is dying their hair, they must listen to Tori Amos. It is the law. Thing is, I can't remember where I left my Tori CD book so I had to make do with what I had in my room. I didn't really want to listen to her latest, but I did find my Welcome to Sunny Florida bonus disc.
I fairly quickly found myself liking songs I'd never really paid much attention to before, which made me remember one of my favorite things about Tori songs. Give 'em enough time and you'll find that you're in the right place and time to appreciate a good deal more than you ever would have imagined. I could berate myself for not loving Ruby Through The Looking Glass, Seaside, Bug A Martini, and Apollo's Frock sooner, but hey, sometimes you just need time.
The great thing about birthdays is you get free stuff. Or almost free stuff. Whatever.
( What's this then? )
If you were playing along at home and wanted to know new kitty's name and aren't one of the two people I think are also updated on my goings on fb (y'know, once or twice a month), she was ultimately named Ozma. For some reason when Widget's little sister was born and named, I decided I would call her Ozma. At the time the logic made perfect sense but in the last five or so years, I've forgotten it completely. My naming powers never stuck in this case but since Miss Kitty shared the same name as little sister, I thought it was a sign. Mums has sort of protested and decided to call her Ozzy instead.
I'm off to see if I can sweet talk her into spending some time with me.