A few weeks ago I was out with some girl friends and the subject of my impending birthday came up. In less than a month I will be turning thirty… gasp! I know it can not be possible. My friends were asking what I wanted to do to celebrate the date. My response was pretty simple… get my hair cut and get a tattoo. For the last six years I have known what I wanted to do for a tattoo however being either pregnant or nursing has been a deterrent for me. Being that I am thirty and well let’s be honest not getting any younger I thought it was be a fun thing to do. And well the hair cut thing, I like having long-ish hair, but what do I do with it 98% of the time, pull it up in a bun or pony tail. What is the point of having long-ish hair if it is always pulled up?I was explaining to me friends that I went through a season… granted before husband and kids where I had really short sassy hair, wore lots of jewelry (because I had the time to sit around and make it all) and had some rather fashionable clothes because well, I lived at home and had two jobs, one to pay for my car and put in the savings account and one to support my clothes purchasing at New York and Company… since I pretty much owned everything in the store in just about every color they had. Man how times have changed! Still sporting some of the clothes that I can squeeze my body into that I purchased way back when and usually not a piece of jewelry on me. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade my husband and three sons for all of that but there are times where looking back at it does make a miss it… just a little!
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