An Intervention

Now that I’m back in transition, I decided to drop back into Eastern Pennsylvania for a few days. Where else would I go first? I was feeling incomplete and just very “blah.” Here is a quick list of reasons why:

1. I’ve been hanging out in the forest with a bunch of dirty boys.
2. My shower was a dark, 3 ½ foot square.
3. I haven’t blowdried my hair in three months.
4. I hardly remember how to do my makeup.
5. All of my belongings are shoved back into my tiny winter deathtrap of a car with no closet in their foreseeable future.
6. I have two pairs of shoes I can realistically wear, one of which now has a hole in the bottom. My poor cowboy boots..
7. All of the clothes I thought were clean, smell like maple syrup!

The list could go on, but it’s just too depressing to think about. In short, I needed an intervention. So I drove for 12 hours straight to come see the girl who can knock some sense into me and make me feel pretty again no matter what crazy lifestyle I’ve been living. My BFF Kara luckily had the day off today, so the first thing we did was clean our laundry. I didn’t have time to rewash everything, but it was a start. Kara painted my toenails a very “Big City Fall” color of deep purple. Finally, she surprised me with the thing I most DESPERATELY needed.

I needed it so desperately that I can’t even believe I am going to show this.

I laugh every time I look at it.

...before and after!

YUCK!! hahaha. You have to be able to laugh at yourself sometimes, right? Especially now that I'm looking and feeling so much better.


Now if you're thinking that I am shallow and superficial, ask yourself, if you were conducting a job interview, who would you rather hire? The before or the after?