perspective + new hair.

Gee, you know the week breezed by too fast when it's Saturday and the last post you've written is about how great the last weekend was.

Have you ever had one of those moments in your life, where you maneuvered a huge change or a huge move, looked around you and said: Maybe this is not for me?

I've been having one of those weeks. Even though I underwent a huge makeover, courtesy of my beautiful cousin. I mean, those have to be some rough thoughts to wonder if this is the right life, after getting me-time, a facial, a new hairstyle, and a pedicure.

 {I had great plans about snapping before + after photos for the makeover. But I ran out of time. The before photo--taken on the way to the salon in the car--is stuck on my phone. And the after photo with straight hair was taken in bad light. So here's Rowan's adorable hand grabbing at my necklace instead.} 

And honestly, you guys, that was the best gift ever! Except for maybe the time S brought me a huge flat of strawberries to the hostel one morning in Santiago. (We were only going to be there for two days!) Well, maybe you can tell just how much I needed the makeover...

I know it would only require a subtle shift in perspective to change the color of my mood ring. But knowing it, doesn't magically give me that pinker perspective.

{honey bee mood ring from phoebestreasure}

Some things help though. Like when R and I take a walk around the neighborhood to watch people living their lives. There's always something interesting happening: neighbors washing their cars, an old man picking other people's flowers, new homes up for sale, sparrows and wind chimes singing, or the auto sound system guys making sure the bass on their latest installation booms off other car alarms--first to 50 Cent, then to Adele.

Maybe I just need to be by myself for a bit. I tend not to take my me-time. I think I don't want it, but I need it more than I'd like to admit. What about you guys? Are you good about taking your me-time? Do you (know you) need it? If I were outside your window looking in, I'd see you and think: My, how together you have it. Your Zen-like appearance would tip me off. You see, I've glamorized you all that much.

Sometimes I need to take myself less seriously. Maybe we could do that together.

Here's to us not taking ourselves seriously, at least for the rest of the weekend.