If you’re familiar with my blog, you are well aware that I change my hairstyle quite often. This past weekend was no different. I’ve been wanting to update the color in my hair for a while now. I finally did it and the results have grown on me. My hair is now a few shades of brown, ombre style. I’ll probably go a little brighter eventually but this is it for now.
After being emotionally drained from watching The Best Man Holiday, I headed over to my cousins to replenish my soul. She forgot to mention in her brief text invitation that her “dinner” had a theme. Not really surprising to me; my cousin loves to throw fancy gatherings. And I’m always here for them.
Autumn is by far my favorite time of year. The vivid colors of the foliage, cool breezes, the warmth from the sun kissing your skin, cuddling and comfort food all remind me of love. It’s almost as if the world is telling us to be still and enjoy life.
You know those days when there’s so much to do that you don’t really want to do anything? That’s pretty much how I felt this weekend.
We had our annual Halloween party at work with the kids. This was probably the largest turnout. The kids and parents alike had a lot of fun.
I enjoy the stillness and lack of plans of my weekends. There’s something great in choosing not to participate in all of the many things going on around you.
I’ve gone back to staying home on Fridays and making it a movie night. I’ve also gone back to Saturday worship services. I occasionally attend [now] Progression Church. It’s small (how I like it) and focused on the Word. No pomp and circumstance, no frills, genuine worship and people. I was not prepared for the sudden dip in temperature, though. I still haven’t forgiven Atlanta for skipping over Summer. I couldn’t take it if my favorite season did see the light either. But we did manage to take a few pics. Keep your eye out for these dudes on the blog very soon.
I love John Mayer. I really love John Mayer. But with mere hours until his concert in Atlanta on Friday night, I could not decide whether I wanted to go. It was a combination of things. One, I just didn’t want to spend $90 and two, I didn’t want to go alone. So by the end of my work day, I decided to save my pennies and see one of my favorite artists another time. It was such a hard decision to make, really. Ugh, I don’t even want to write about it anymore.
Saturday, I met up with my no-nonsensical and now pregnant friend Kalina for brunch at West & Mill. Random: it’s weird to see how everyone has grown up. From college parties and all-nighters to nine to fives, husband and wives. Crazy.