Every single day I think about all the things I want to post here. I want to post about what I think about the whole foofora over supposed French vs. American styles of parenting. About the significance of each of my three daughters' names: Lucero, Rosalía, and Magdalena. About the impending departure of our nephew, Cysko, back west. About Agapito and Lucero's back story. About why, at 35, I realize I still identify with social outsiders and outcasts more than middle-class mainstream America, despite living a relatively conventional life. Starting tomorrow I will have a short break from my academic writing (which includes final dissertation proofs and another article), and then I can windbag away.
This weekend we are taking the girls camping. Fortunately, we're doing it through an organization that provides all the gear, even tents, and we're going with other families from Lucero's Girl Scout Troop. Easy peasy, right? And given that baby Mags sleeps like crap at home, how much worse can it be sleeping on the ground? Famous last words, I know.
A couple of weeks ago I got my hair done by an acquaintance who needed models in beauty school. I wanted medium brown with subtle highlights, which I've been doing for the last year. Well, my friend's supervisor did the highlights, and they turned out sort of...white. From afar it looked ambiguous between blonde and gray. So I decided to try "brights," which is basically unnatural colored highlights. I used my old friend, Manic Panic. It had been since my early 20s that I'd used that stuff, and it worked great! We even did a couple of plum strands on Rosie's hair, minus pre-bleaching, so it was sweetly subtle. Unfortunately, hers wouldn't really show up in pics. Here are pics of mine. I used a combo of "violet" which was more indigo, and turquoise.
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