Woobie? Hair? Same, same.

I got a haircut. After it was all said and done, there were at least 8 inches of length on the salon floor. Probably more, actually. But, it was hard to tell because she cut it off in stages. I kept telling her, "Cut off another inch, please. Yes, another, please." Truthfully, I wouldn't be at all surprised if my locks were a full 10 inches shorter in the end. (And in case you're wondering, yes, I tipped my lovely hairdresser handsomely for being so incredibly patient with me.)

If you know me in real life, all this hair cutting business is a BIG deal. I've had really long hair for quite some time. When you're a girl who is firmly planted in a size category of double digits, hair can sometimes become a security blanket. It was absolutely, positively like my woobie. Soft and comfortable and safe. And dirty and disgusting and worse for the wear.

So, I cut it off. A reverse graduated bob. Layered within an inch of it's life.

Wow. I'm amazing with that camera, huh? I cut off the entire top of my head in this picture. AWESOME. Oh well. Either way, you definitely get the idea. (I think it looks better in person. Just so ya know.)

After I got home from "The Great Cut of 2011", I felt in love with it. LOVE, folks. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. I kept looking in the mirror. I played with my hair incessantly. Two peas in a pod... me and my purdy hair.

Then, I went to bed. And I cried a little. Okay. A lot. What in the hell was I thinking?!

Oh yeah. I was thinking that I desperately needed a change. I needed to be different. I needed to break free from the security blanket and do something a tiny bit daring. So I did.

This morning, there were no more tears. Instead, there was just, "Good morning, purdy, crazy, curly hair. I love you."

I must be stopped.

First of all, I have a killer headache. So, please excuse any possible ridiculous ramblings/mispellings/general not-making-much-sense-edness that might occur. Thank you. :)

My sister got engaged over the weekend. I'm SO. EXCITED. for her and her fiance. And you know what? I'm also excited for me. Why in the world would HER engagement be an exciting thing for ME? Because I love a wedding. I love to decorate. I love to dream and plan and... and... and... You get the picture. The idea of helping with her with a wedding is making me downright GIDDY. A wedding, you guys! A WEDDING!!! *ahem*

This is the embarassing part of this blog entry. I already started a Pinterest board just for wedding ideas. Even though I completely realize that I'm not the one getting married. Yes, it's sick. Yes, I must be stopped. Sister o'mine, I apologize. I cannot help myself. Perhaps pinning like a mad lady will contain the crazy and result in fewer calls to you that start, "Oh, Sister... I just saw this truly FANTABULOUSLY AWESOME idea!"

I hope she leans on me for help and advice and such. If not, I won't be offended. (Yes, I promise.) But, I want her to have a wedding that may be small (per her & fiance's wishes, of course), but lovely and meaningful and the kind of day that leaves her smiling long after she says, "I do."

Congrats, Carey and Aaron! You two rock the casbah.

And... *squeal* a WEDDING!!!

In case you're wondering...

Someone anonymously asked how they can get their hands on a pair of Converse cupcake sneakers. As much as I would love to think that Converse only made them available to ME, in reality, anyone can order a pair!

Go to Converse.com . There are two buttons at the top: "Shop" and "Create". Choose "Create". On the right side of the page (near the middle), you'll see "View all customizable shoes". Click that and choose whatever style of Converse you want. Mine are the "Chuck Taylor All Stars", but you could get high tops or anything else your heart desires. From there, you'll be taken to a design tool that lets you pick out the color or pattern that you want on each and every part of the shoe! You can customize almost EVERYTHING about the shoes... clear down to the lining and the color of the stitching!

And by the way, if you order a pair, I would suggest ordering at least half a size smaller than what you usually wear. Maybe even a whole size. Their shoes run pretty big, and customized shoes absolutely cannot be returned/exchanged for any reason at all. It pays to go to the mall and try on a pair to make sure that the size is right. Also note that the shoes on the website go by a unisex sizing system. So, if you're a size 7 womens, it translates to a size 5 in unisex.

I hope all that info helps! If y'all have any questions about it, let me know in the comments. But this time, leave me an email address or something so I can shout back at ya. :)

*For the record, I do not work for Converse. I didn't get paid for posting any of this on my blog. And I absolutely did NOT get these shoes for free. But, if the Converse marketing fairy ever wanted to give me a free pair, I certainly would not turn them down. ;)

Cupcakes + Shoes = AWESOME

Remember my Mother's Day gift from Rhett and the kids? That adorable rendering of custom Converse sneakers with cupcakes on them? I was so excited, I even posted the rendering on my blog. Some people didn't believe they existed. Cupcakes sneakers? Surely those are meerly mystical dreams that live in a fantasy land of unicorns and leprechauns and fairies! Well, my friends, they DO exist.

BEHOLD THE POWER OF THE CUPCAKE SNEAKERS!

Ummm... are these not the cutest things you've ever seen? They're a tad big, but nothing a thicker pair of socks can't cure. I love them so much, I'm just plain giddy about the thought of wearing them. Giddy, people!

Rhett, if you're reading this... THANK YOU, BABY. *enormous, silly grin*

And look at the little custom touch on the back! I could put whatever I wanted on the heel stripe, and I couldn't think of anything that would make me happier than looking back there and seeing "Cake Love". *swoooooooon*

Now, I'm not a particularly whimsical girl. I don't adorn myself with fun, bright jewelry or embrace the use of many accessories. I don't own a pink purse or hair bows or anything that really resembles something from childhood. Hell, I can go a week or more without even wearing makeup for Uncle Pete's sake! But these shoes... they threaten to turn me into a bubble gum pink wearin', glitter rockin', side ponytail sportin' chick-a-dee.

Goodbye, sophistication.

HELLO, CUPCAKE SHOES!

A random thought... or five.

I'm a little tired of being socially acceptable at the expense of being myself.

We only had one child all weekend. Everyone else was with their "other" parents. One child at a time seemed like an absolute BREEZE.

I am terrible about doubting myself. My abilities... my talents. But, tonight, I made a meal that made me love myself just a little more than I did yesterday.

I did so little this weekend, it's almost embarrassing.

I bought Rhett's Father's Day gift this weekend. I CANNOT WAIT to give it to him. I will get lots of kick ass wifey points. :)