Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Brothers

Full of "character."

Always up for a stunt.

Ready to give bubble fish kisses at every bath.
Forever teammates.

Monkey see...

Monkey do at ONLY 2!
Big brother pride.
Little brother love.
{eating his cookie first and rubbing it in with a smile at big bro}
20 months apart. Inseparable from the start.


I guess wearing black and white stripes and a whistle around my neck is worth it after all.


.mac :)



Monday, July 6, 2009

Dream A Little Dream of Me.

This was me about 8 weeks ago.
At a traffic light, I snapped the above.
My hair: DIRTY.
My hair: ON ITS WAY TO BLISS.
Dream a little dream of me, won't you?


This is my salon. Dream Hair Studio.It is elegant, sassy, and comfort all rolled into one design space. Located in the downtown artsy-crafty district of Chattanooga on Frazier Avenue for all you locals. The music is jive'n and hair is thrivin' in this studio.
Meet Ashleigh Carver. She is my hair engineer; my stylist; my lock lover, if you will. She is exactly what I need too.

A perfectionist.
Meticulous.
Down to earth.
Helpful.
Honest.
Edgy.
Humorous.
Passionate.

Hair color is like toothpaste to me.
You don't leave home without using it.


Now, I realize that not all women abide by this code, and that's okay. I have several friends and loved ones that are Au Naturele. Others who are once-a-year streakers and even a few who are Clairol straight-out-the-boxers.

And it's all good. If you will remember, I even had my stint at playing kitchen beautician. Here and here tell all about it just to keep us all up to speed.

I NEED color you see.

NEED not WANT.

My hair does better. I do better. Mama is happy. Nuff said.

Now, I fully realize that having my hair professionally done is a perk and a treat. I even will budge so far as to say that the NEED not WANT statement up above is a stretch. I don't wanna admit that, but I will.

Not that having your hair professionally done on a consistent basis needs justification or anything, but just to make myself feel better, ahem:

  1. I don't get manicures or pedicures.
  2. I clean my own home.
  3. I do my own landscaping.
  4. I pay nothing in day care.
  5. I ONLY shop at Goodwill and yard sales for my clothing with only the OCCASIONAL Target clearance item splurge.

There. I feel better.

Because Dream Hair Studio is a TREAT.

More importantly, Ashleigh Carver is a TREAT.

Allow me to ramble, won't you?

Here she is acting all silly before I jumped in her chair and the mane magic began. Now let me just say, I am a loyal customer. Before finding my way to Ashleigh, I was with my previous stylist for almost 6 years. {I can't help but note the slightly comical comparison here to dating. "I was with..." It's so true in the hair world, isn't it?!}

Client's time and a stylist's performance have to match, you know?

And with Ashley and me, they do.

"I don't think I will ever not be a stylist. I have a passion for it too much."

That was one of the first things she said to me. And let me just say it spoke volumes about her as a stylist. She totally is passionate about her profession. Allow me to elaborate:

  • This girl had me bring in everything that went into styling my hair at home from the shampoo to the last finishing product so that she could watch me style my hair and help me get the look I have when I leave Dream with MY OWN products! She guided me with styling tips, and even advised me on what over-the-counter products were "worth their salt" and which professional products were musthaves. Her words, "I want to make sure you can style your hair to make it look the very best for 2 reasons. First so that you feel confident and happy about your hair, and secondly, your hair is my billboard. If people notice your hair, then that's an opportunity for my business to grow." Entrepreneurial and an advocate of one's personal best: I love it.
  • I go every 8 weeks for service. She has me come in at the 4 week mark just to have my bangs trimmed up to keep good styling shape...FOR FREE.
  • She actually looks over my color and if she sees something she would like to correct or make better, she asks me to come back in the next day so that she can fix it. She has done this twice all with a smile and the determination to make my head of hair its very best.
  • She is nice and down to earth.
  • She went on a missions trip with her husband to Yemen to teach hair to the ladies there so to help them learn job training for income.
  • She shoots me straight. Ashleigh is a quick read on what kind of style her clients can pull off. And I quote, "I am not here to make people think they look good in one style when they really don't. I am here to find the right style for their personality and face shape. From there, I find my desire to create." Genuis.

And Ashleigh has helped me to step out of my conventional blonde highlight box. She asked me to tell me a little about what I like for my hair. So here is what I reported:

  1. I am a huge fan of blonde. Always have been. I want to resonate with the mousy brown I naturally am, but who's kidding here. I just feel better blonder.
  2. I also love the reddish-auburn chestnut look.
  3. I have a high forehead.
  4. I like being unique. I love to create, design, paint, write, and sew. Texture and color mean a lot to me.

And here's the finished product:
Long bangs. Holy cow has this cut my mile long forehead in half. I have not had bangs since my sophomore year of high school as in high school I was given the nickname, "Blossom" after the TV show. See what nicknames can do to you?
Auburn-chestnut saturation in the back. Yippee!
Color and texture changes.
Punky fun to fit the creative side of me. This last trick was Ashleigh's idea. I was a little nervous at first, but have fallen in love with this edgy look.
So, I like her. She cracked up when I came bee-bopping in with my camera and told her I wanted to do a blog post about her. As you can see, she obliged with a happy heart and sweet smile.

I have been going to Ashleigh for about 8 months now. {I can't help but wanna change "going to" to "going with" just to keep the dating comparison going from above. ALAS, I will refrain.}

I just had my hair done again this past Thursday too. Subtle new look from the above...tee-tiny chestnut low lights into the blonde front for a bit more definition, more blonde added to the crown of my head in the for a little more pop of color, and a shorter, shiftier bang set. So far, I am lovin' it! {No visual here as my head has been immersed in pool water since then in celebration of the 4th!}

Thanks for the vein outtake and all to "Dream a Little Dream of Me." I couldn't resist the title.

If you are a local and need a stylist, Ashleigh Carver is your girl. Stop by and tell her I sent you!

And I wanna know the low down on your own locks.

Let me offer you a choose your own adventure question set:

  1. Are you happy with your hair?
  2. Do you like your stylist?
  3. What do you like best about your locks?
  4. What would you like to change?
  5. What do you like best about your stylist?

Do tell!

"Locked" and loaded,

.mac :)

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Freedom

I have been doing a lot of soul semi-searching these days it seems. I think I am finding myself in a mini-rut. A rut that is, by no means, putting me at the bottom of the barrel and a rut that is by no means due to lack of blessings and things for which to be grateful.

But a rut, nonetheless.

I think God sticks it to me from time to time and I am okay with that only if I can find His wisdom through it all.

Today is about freedom.

The homemade ice cream, sparklers and bottle rockets will come and go, the sunscreen slathered, the parades marched, hotdogs grilled, and the American shirts worn will all come to an end.

And I think that's where I'm at.

I grieve for those material, surface things to stay. Don't go.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

I find myself in this cycle where freedom is so hard to grab-a-hold to.

I don't allow myself to be free from myself.

Weird, I know.

I cling to the hotdogs and American shirts in my own life and don't invest in what I have right before me that is forever free.

I shortchange myself for the vision of freedom that gets "stuck" on repeat in my own 4th of July mind.

I shortchange:

my confidence
my trust
the goodness of my boys
my husband's love
my business
my talents
my hopes
my dreams
my faith in God
my wonderful family
the good that God has meant for me to do

I shortchange my freedom in Him. I get so tangled in the surface details that I eventually end up "choking on my hotdog and dripping relish and mustard on my proverbial American flag shirt."

I don't rest in the freedom I can find in what is truly around me. And maybe that's because with freedom, there is no control.

But even when you are "in the details and have it all under control", the mustard somehow can still drip.

And that is what I need to remember.

My vision can be clear; my intent can have focus, but above all, freedom from my own insecurities can be found in Him.

A reminder for me today and from now on:

rest
relax
be intentional
get up before the boys
write
read
think of others before yourself
design
kiss your husband more
pray
trust the good intentions of others
smile more
expect tthe best from yourself and others
believe in and feel the greatness God has made you to be

And, carry around extra napkins for when the mustard squirts.


Freedom.

Happy 4th.

.mac

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

where's .mac?

car trippin,
front porch sittin,
wave ridin,
sun jivein,
wine drinkin,
deep thinkin,
boy cuddlin,
husband lovin,
sand runnin,
wedding dancin,
high heel prancin,
lotsa eatin,
ocean greetin,
adventure seekin,
time now for sleepin!

Stay tuned for all the details! I've missed you all!

.mac :)

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Quick On Her Feet

Setting: My brother's birthday celebration.

Backyard grilling, horseshoe tossin, kids playing...

It was a late night of fun.

So, of course, I brought the kids' jammies to bath it up before loading up to make the 1 1/2 hour trip home.

Plot: After bath, Eli looses it.

Eli: "Mom, my boo-boo! My Scooby band-aid is gone! I had to take it off to get my bath and now I have no band-aid! Aunt Kim, do you have a Scooby band-aid for me?"

Aunt Kim: "Ummm, let's see. {so internally panicking as Mollye Bear is not old enough to even notice that band-aids can perhaps be decorative or thematic...Kim knows she got nothing but skin themed band-aids in the house}

Elapsed time: 2 seconds.

Aunt Kim: "Oh Eli, I have a Make-Your-Own Band-Aid. Would you like to make one for your boo-boo?"

Eli: {totally intrigued, sniffling beginning to break up} "Yes, yes! I want to do that!"

Aunt Kim: {whipping through her Scrapbook supplies cool as a cucumber} How about we design your name?

Eli: "Oh yeah!" {tears immediately evaporating}



Moral of this short story: It appears Aunt Kim is "quick on her feet", don't you think?

Teacher/Mom Extraordinaire, that's her!

.mac :)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

-Pounding-

I ran yesterday.
sweat droplets; ipod loud.
Pounding the pavement,
Observing the clouds.

Ever do they move
A floating majesty,
Mindful of their Maker,
Pondering His great trajectory.

I ran yesterday.
A cluttered attic...my mind was filled.
Cobweb laiden with life's markings,
Sweeping to find God's will.

Exhaling for peace.
Inhaling each piece.

The puzzle's design.
Yours and Mine.

His pace; His timing.
I thirst for defining.

14 lbs. lighter
-my sweet friend-
A new beginning...
33 years
She runs to the light pole once again.

Proud I am.
I'll meet her there.
Always.

Exhaling for peace.
Inhaling each piece.

Sweeping to find God's will.

Cobwebs
Pounding

Dum-dum lollies
He gave them out to all.
A coach committed,
Yesterday cancer made his final playbook call.

Dum-dum wrappers sprinkled all over Heaven's floor.
Sweetly, I smile.

Pounding the pavement.

A friend.
Her smile big and bright.
Cheery demeanor with a soul so warm.
Her cancer: yesterday she began her 2nd fight.

I pray.

Exhaling for peace.
Inhaling each piece.

A loved one
Believes not in Him.
Stubborn; mind set.
Prayer. Hope. Soul breaking...
God's grace to win.

Pounding
Pondering
Cobwebs
Sweeping to find God's will.

I run faster.

Complex
I know Your love.
Compassion
Pounding the pavement.

14 lbs.
dum-dums
the battle
the unbeliever

The puzzle's design,
Yours and Mine.

His pace; His timing.
I thirst for defining.

Laiden with life's markings.
ipod loud.
I pray.


.mac

{written Thursday, June 11th}
{visit the link on "A friend" to know more about this beautiful soul}


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Yesterday

One family.Two boys.
Our first. Eli Garrett.
Our second. Casey McGillOur marriage.

7 years old yesterday.


Hands together.
Chipped fingernail polish and all.
Through bumps, boys, and bliss...
I'll hold his forever.

.mac :)





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