In the months previous, I had my birthday, went to Viva Las Vegas 17, visited my husband's family in Pennsylvania, traveled to South Florida, got a new tattoo, became one of 'those people' with a FitBit, rediscovered my love of running, visited with my parents (many times), bought some vintage goodies for myself and my home, worked, got a promotion (even though my pay grade is still the same), and began the process of removing my two+ years of black hair color. I want to go back to my red hair but it is going to be a while before I reach 'color nirvana.'
Viva 17 (the 5th to the 8th of April) was probably my favorite year so far. Not only did I have three Whirling Turban dresses in my wardrobe, I had an amazing time hanging out with friends, enjoying Las Vegas, dining, dancing, shopping, staying up way too late, and single-handedly helping to increase the stock value of Belvedere Vodka. Some Viva-goers drink PBR, some enjoy Sailor Jerry Rum, but this girl loves her vodka and tonics. Yes, indeed. Pass the lime wedge, please.
Viva came and went (always too quickly it seems) and before I could say "Shaheen," summer was upon us. Despite the fact the calendar read "June, July, August," the weather in the DC area was a far cry from the iron grip of humidity and stagnant heat that cripples the traffic-clogged, surburban metropolis. Instead of summer in DC, the cooler-than-average temperatures made it feel like a 'weekend in Maine.' I felt cheated while my co-workers and neighbors celebrated a break from the heat. Luckily, I got my 'heat fix' in August when I visited Boca Raton to spend time with my husband's family.
Before I went to Boca, I got a new tattoo from my amazing artist, Liaa Walter of Cirque du Rouge Tattoo in Washington, DC. As of this month, Liaa has been my one-and-only artist for two years! Liaa is not only talented, she is kind, sweet, intelligent, and wonderful to talk to when my skin is getting jabbed. Here is my new piece:
This is a maneki-neko to celebrate the love of my father and to honor him. My father, who is about to turn 75, has Alzheimer's disease. This month will mark three years since his official diagnosis. Daddy has good and bad days along with moments that can be very unsettling. I try to visit my parents often and I have learned in these last few years to just be there and love each moment. I cannot fight this process. I am powerless to stop the progression of Daddy's mental decline. However, I can keep up my visits, help out whenever I can, call Mom and Daddy everyday, and know that each day Daddy is with us as a gift.
Here is me and Daddy a couple of weeks ago:
In addition to traveling, getting a tattoo, family time, and work; I have decided to go from black hair:
In early September, I started the process to remove over two year's worth of black, 1evel 1B, hair color. I enjoyed my dark hair but it is time for something new. Since I was born a redhead (even though most of the golden red tones have naturally faded), my new color is easier to maintain because I will be able to go six weeks between salon touch-ups instead of four. My next appointment will be in two weeks (last one was on the 19th of September). I am excited to see how my hair will turn out!
I am all caught up and I got my 'blogging legs' back. You know what? It feels good to be back.