Our house hit the market Friday morning. We had 6 showings over the weekend and 2 each day since. Crazy! It’s hard to stay away from home for so much of the day. We’re obviously excited by the traffic, but it’s stressful too. That’s why I’m hiding out at my parents’ house across town. J flew to his field in Wyoming for the week, and this way I don’t get lonely or mess up my house from cooking and using my bathroom. Oh, and we have two offers! We’re not up to our list price yet, but I think we’ll get really close (within 1 or 2%). I can’t believe how fast it’s happening. SO exciting!
My mom and I went to look at rentals in the city today (Montrose and Rice Village areas, for those of you who know Houston). It was a ton of fun. I completely fell in love with the first — a one bedroom duplex unit with glorious windows, wood floors, and oodles of charm. It had this great sunroom attached to the bedroom that would make a perfect reading room/office. Unfortunately, this dream pad didn’t sport a dishwasher. I’m trying to decide whether I can live with that. If there was more counter space, I think it would be doable, but this place was very short on that amenity too. Oy. Maybe it’s not meant to be, but I’ll keep an eye on it, especially since the price is right. I liked the landlord too, and he liked me, so that’s a big plus for the place. He said I could paint it and bring my own fridge. Awesome. We’ll check out some more tomorrow. I’m loving these old homes and historic neighborhoods! They’re ever so much better than the apartments we visited a few weeks ago. Sure, the latter boast modern conveniences, but no charm, no character. They can be urban and cool and snazzy, but they don’t feel like home. Plus, we get more square footage for the price if we go with duplex units, and that’s important to us right now. If, for some reason, J doesn’t go to grad school out of state in two years, then we might be staying put for a while, and it would be great if we didn’t have to move again. And we want a place that could handle a family addition.
(Wait, that totally sounded like an announcement, but it wasn’t. I’m just saying that we’re thinking ahead.)
In other news, I paid good money for the world’s worst highlight job on Saturday.
Unfortunately, I can’t entirely blame the girl who did it. I don’t think I communicated very clearly. I told her I wanted to add some red to my hair. What I meant was reddish. What she did was RED. Streaks of RED. Cherry RED. Interspersed with streaks of BLONDE. Not blonde but BLONDE. It’s terrifying to look in the mirror. I miss my hair.
This was me at Thanksgiving. I thought my hair was boring. Maybe it was, but I’ll take boring any day over this freak show. I thought about fixing it myself with a box of hair color, but I wimped out, afraid I’d make it worse. I’m going in tomorrow for a re-color. It will have to be an all-over job to wipe away a crime of this magnitude. And that means it will be a long, long time before I see my own hair again. Sniffle.
And yes, it does occur to me that it’s at least a wee bit hypocritical to avoid fluoride in my toothpaste, use a shower filter, and check for parabens in all my skincare items, then scamper off to get my hair colored. I’m experiencing a bit of cognitive dissonance over it, really. But what’s a girl to do? I wanted a change.
And now I want it unchanged. Right now. Like, before I pass a mirror again and shrink in horror.