- I am jealous of all the snow Toronto is getting right now. It looks like fall in our neck of the woods but feels like an igloo that's coated in ice, ice cream, ice particles and icicles.
- I used to be able to sleep in but I haven't been able to lately. I kinda enjoy being an early bird though, the house is so quiet and cozy and coffee seems to taste better that early in the morning.
- It's been a nutty week in our world. I don't even know where to start or what to say other than that I'm extremely proud to see what can be accomplished with hard work and dedication. I have been privileged to see SkiptheDishes grow from concept to what it is today and to actually see all that stuff that my husband (and his brothers) have been preaching about for all these years pay off, well that is pretty damn cool. I feel like I'm living someone else's life right now. This is my favourite article of all the articles that were released yesterday, you can read it here. As I laid in bed last night, trying to fully wrap my brain around the going-ons, I came to the realization that no matter what, the highest of highs or the lowest of lows, as long as I have my people beside me (and in last nights' case, my little people cuddled up next to me in bed)- then I feel like I can handle anything.
- When Christy says that I have had more hairstyles in the 30+ years I've known her, she isn't exaggerating. So, let's tell the story of me today with pictures of my ever-changing hair. Part 1: School girl Deena.
We'll start in high school where my hair stayed the same colour (ish) and I didn't change it often. It was as natural as it has ever been then. Long. Straight. Few layers. Many highlights, both natural and coloured. I didn't start going crazy until I moved out for university.
Once I got to university, I started playing more...must've been the freedom. Mostly my hair was a box blonde from L'Oreal. My nose was also pierced.
- Why have I changed it so often? Probably because I have always been exposed to tons of hairstyles. I actually believed as a child that my mom's hair was transparent and she had to colour or else it would be see-through. Then I had to best Grandma's house ever, with a built in salon. I can still smell that blue liquidy stuff for cleaning brushes and oh, the perm solution.
And with that, I'm off to enjoy a cozy weekend full of Christmas movies and family time. Have a good one!