I can’t claim that too much excitement happened over the weekend. I worked a lot and caught up on the people I love and some apartment cleaning. Even though it wasn’t all that exciting, it was so nice to check some huge things off my never-ending to do list.
Take, for example, my trip with Karrie to The Mermaid Inn for Sunday Brunch. We were just sitting there enjoying some conversation and pretty eggs in skillets, when we both had this urge to dinglehop our hair. You would have thought it was number 1-20 on my to do list by the way we went for those dinglehoppers. If you haven’t seen The Little Mermaid, then this entire post will be lost on you. If you have, you know that a fork is called a “Dinglehopper” in the sea, and it’s used by the mermaids as a hairbrush. Karrie and I enjoyed our dinglehopping, then enjoyed confused looks from the restaurant staff. It’s a good thing the restaurant was nearly empty because when that urge comes to pretend you’re a mermaid, you just cannot stop yourself…if you’re like me. If you’re not, then the manners your mama devoted her best years to teaching you actually stuck, and you probably don’t go anywheres near your hair while sitting down for a meal. Especially with the utensils made for consuming the meal.
(I bet you all my fictitious millions that I’m going to get a manners book in the mail this week courtesy of my mama with a section highlighted on how to behave at the dinner table like a human lady.)
If you’ve been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know that I could talk endlessly about mermaids, their hair, Brigitte Bardot, her hair, and ways to achieve them. I can’t help myself!
Aside from brushing my hair with a fork at a nice restaurant (the fork didn’t actually touch my hair, I promise.), I bought some new lipstick. It’s called Schiap from Nars, and it’s summer in a tube if you ask me. I have gone on and on to my girlfriends about how I can’t wear anything neon. It doesn’t look good on my skin I say…and there’s all these cool neon clothes I want to buy from Zara I say. Anyway, I was politely interrupted by a girlfriend who pointed out that I wear neon lips all the time. I tried to argue but I realized how wrong I had been all along. Neon lips are my jam.
This post was all over the place. I’m happy to be back from the weekend! Especially since I’m going to be at the beach this entire upcoming weekend. The sooner the week ends, the sooner its the weekend. And I cannot wait.
Hugs and (neon) Kisses.