One Shiny Star

I have very dark hair. That much is obvious. For those of you who don’t have dark hair you may not understand what a nuisance this is. ALL of my body hair is dark. Head, eyebrows, upper lip, arm pits, legs and ummm… lady bits too. This means I cannot even fathom wearing a swimsuit unless I have shaved THAT day, as soon as an eyebrow hair starts to grow it looks like a black dot, and my arm pits pretty much always look dirty.

This is life.

When I was younger though, I was very anti-plucking. I had been shaving my legs since I was 10. No one informed me that once you start you have to keep doing it. Shortly after my legs I started in on the pits. But I had wild-woman eyebrows well into 9th grade. My Mama had been trying to pluck them, or at least convince me to pluck them for several years by that point, but I thought my eye brows looked just fine.

Unfortunately for me they were not just fine, rather… they were more uni-brow than not.

I don’t remember the exact moment, but I know that I saw another girl’s eye brows at high school… and it suddenly dawned on me just how aweful my eyebrows really were.

So I went home and tried to pluck them myself.

Then I cried, gave up, and finally let my mom do what she had been begging to for years. Then I took over and turned them into when looked like pencil-drawn eyebrows. It wasn’t until I graduated high school that I realized they should be a little thicker.

Now I have a more natural look, but every now and again one side gets shorter than the other because I have a hard time telling myself to set the tweezers down!

And there you have it! My bad habit is over-plucking. Some times I tell B-man to hide the tweezers so that I can get my shape back. lol.

I am not a photographer. Faaar from it. I used to have a plan old point and shoot camera that my grandmother gave me for my birthday one year. Some how, it took amazing pictures, but I don’t really know why.

Sadly that camera started going down hill last Christmas. Pictures would have weird lines through them, and files would randomly go missing. For my birthday I upgrade to a newer, shinier, bigger camera. Not a DLSR, but heftier than a point & shoot. I can easily adjust the settings, aperture and shutter speed, and attach a flash if I needed to. Unfortunately, when I bought the camera I really had no idea how to use any of these things… I just wanted a “nice” camera to take pictures of my baby with. Since I didn’t know how to use my camera until maybe… a month ago… the first 2 months of Ginny’s life are documented, but rather poorly.

I’ve finally figured out how to use all of the buttons. I still have to consentrate to remember if I should be making the aperature number bigger or smaller, same goes for the shutter speed… but I’m getting better! So much so that I felt inclined to buy a tripod. Woot!

I waited all day to take this picture. Every time I walked past a window I would peek outside and be sorely disappointed by the mass of grey sky covering my view. Thankfully, an hour before sunset, the skies opened up!

This is the view from my parking spot. lol.

Today was an eventful day. B-man had his first day “on the job” at his new place of work. *yah* for orientations! Then I acted as a responsible pet owner and got both of my dogs vaccinated (buh bye $350!).

I also signed up for a post-partum yoga class. When I called to sign up they said I needed a doctor’s note. I said “My baby is 3 months old…” but it didn’t matter. So I called my OBGYN and the receptionist asked “so when was your baby born?”  ”July.” I responded. She also thought it was ridiculous. Oh well. I am starting a yoga class tomorrow! Wish me luck!