A Hairy Experience: The Reveal!

And here she is. The new, and not necessarily improved, but quite colorful daughter of mine!


Putting the dye on with the brush from the bleach kit was the way to go! Isn't it pretty?!

The pink could stand to be a little more saturated because she didn't leave it on long enough, but she can always add more dye at any time to make it darker. I've left it up to her what she wants to do.

Wild, huh? And perhaps a bit cheesy, but she's 15 and it's okay. The colors suit her unique personality and sense of style. Andria's a funky girl, no doubt about it.

What do you think? A bit much? Over the top? She LOVES it! Her dad says she'll never get a job.


Doesn't her hair look nice with just the blond? Andria almost decided not to add color to it. I told her she could always add color to it and then let it wash out if she wants to, just leaving the blond. This was one of those self portrait Facebook photo's ... you know the kind .... pouty and brooding ... they all pretty much look the same.


Speaking of over the top . . .while we were at the Mall yesterday I was amazed how many young women I saw with facial piercings. It was almost horrifying! Have you see these fairly new piercings? Of course you have. You just may not have realized how they were held onto the skin. One young woman I saw yesterday had 2 of them on the top of her cheek bone, just below her eye. What was she thinking??? So after seeing all that, I can deal with a little pink and purple in my own daughters hair.

Shopping with a 15 year old

This past week-end our family went to Portsmouth to view the Tall Ships. So did everyone else.

While Elise was quite interested in taking the tours (fighting the crowds and tollerating the heat) with her dad and my in-laws, Andria, the 15 year old, thought this was the epitomy of 'boring'. She and I headed into to town to do a little shopping instead of shipping.

She's the shadow with the odd hair.

We were able to stop just long enough to take some beautiful pictures of each other! Can't you see how happy she is? Oh to be 15 again and hanging out with my mom . . .

And this is the view I had of Andria as we strolled the cobbled streets of Portsmouth, browsing the shops. Nice, huh? Yup, she loves to hang with her cool mom. Who wouldn't?

Somewhat reminiscent of our NYC trip this past Spring . . .

Finally we stopped at the Odd Showroom long enough for me to catch my breath and nurse the blister on my little toe. Good thing she had her own money since all they sold were used clothing at a hugely inflated price (as is all of Portsmouth). I did love the paintings they had though. Andria found a skirt from the 80's (that even I wouldn't have worn) for only $5. It's destined to sit in her closet until the next 80's roll around. Isn't the sign adorable? I want eye's like that!

And then there's Elise. Always ready for a photo op. Glued to my side. Talking my ear off. Enjoying the tall ships : )