My Life as a Band Wife

One time I wrote a post about what my life/schedule is like. Remember that? This is my morning, editorialized in photos. Unless you knew me in high school and college, you probably don’t know that I have a true affinity for the beauty industry. I worked in salons and spent a few months at Sephora (before going back to the salon). I love doing makeup and I love learning about hair products, styles and techniques. This is the highlight of my busy morning, which is coupled with a cup of green or dandelion root tea.

My least favorite part of my day is the commute — although I have to admit it wasn’t that bad today. I pass the time with talk radio and audio books.

While browsing the blogs that I love, it dawned on me that there are a few things I want/need in order to make my blog…and perhaps, my life…wardrobe…uh….better. Or enhanced. Or something.

• A redesign – I have no skill in this and will need to pay one of my friends to help me out.
• More tattoos – I have four. It is unlikely I will get many more, but this is a common trend.
• Personal style – I cannot dress myself to save my life. I am terrible at shopping because it gives me anxiety. Because I have absolutely no sense of fashion. Ergo, I need a personal shopper. $$$
• Photoshop skills – I cook all of the time and it is likely the most attractive hobby I have. But my photos suck. I’m a writer, not a photographer.
• A haircut – this has nothing to do with making my blog better. As evidenced by the photo above, taken while I sat in the parking lot at work, listening to my book and waiting for Jay to take me to Fenway Park, it’s time to go see my good friend Jadie and give this stupid mess some shape and style. Instead of my infamous bubble head (not shown here).
• Time – Holy cow do I need more time to actually blog stuff. I’m so busy with work, cooking dinner and spending time with my dog, friends and family, that I have been failing miserably at keeping this damn blog up.

So, dear friends. If you can help with any of these, I wouldn’t deny the opportunity. I will even bake you cookies. Or something.