Blondes Have More Fun!

I've always been blonde, but as I've aged it has gone from a nice light natural blonde to a dark and dingy blonde. I've been having it bleached (or sometimes coloured, usually red) for about 7 years, but for the last year or so I have been growing it out. Yesterday I decided it's time to get back to blonde.

The before.

Waiting for the magic to work.

I had some pretty dead ends as well, so I had her take about 5cm off the bottoms and clean it all up with some long layers. I'm happy with the result. :)

The end result.

This little gaffer is Oliver. He's my hairdresser's kitten. He's only about 5 months old, but he's a big boy. He is so sweet. He likes to snuggle on laps under the cape while she's doing her client's hair. My lap was no exception. He got up, snuggled and purred like mad. Next time I won't wear black.

Oliver

Today Is The Day

It's really no surprise (if you can tell by the content, or lack thereof, in this blog) I haven't been running much lately. Like not at all. I can still run a decent 5km without dying, but my distance went from an easy 15km back down to an easy 5km.

Today is the day that all changes.

I need to find a way to make myself accountable, so I'm putting it in writing.

Today I begin my quest to train for another half marathon (21.1km). I'm hoping hubby will join me, however, if he doesn't that won't make or break my plan.

Wish me luck.

Feline Fridays

Ezra shows off her study skills. She's such a smart girl.