I decided to let my Closet Goth side free, within reason of course. I am still a mom and well “the teen” would be mortified if I showed up in front of his friends looking less then “normal”. With him being in such a precarious time in his life where image is EVERYTHING. Which is funny seeing as his best friend runs around in a hat made of socks, but I digress. To go along with my new tattoo (which I talk about here) I decided to change my hair as well. Normally, when in need of a pick me up and a change, I go red.
I LOVE red hair, I swear there is a Ginger Temptress hiding somewhere inside of me. I just don’t have the temperament for a brunette, but anyhoo. I decided to shock everyone and go raven black. I have always wanted to try black hair but never had the guts, worried about what people would think. However, since I am doing a lot of changing emotionally and mentally I figure, why not so I just went out and did it and I have to say I am in LOVE. People at work were shocked, “the teen” did his normal *shake of the head* and *roll of the eyes*. I am sure he was thinking “mom is on another trip around the bend”.
I have been complimented quite a lot on my new hair. I feel empowered and sexy. Something I definitely need. Working on all this change is exhausting though. Sometimes I look in the mirror and don’t even recognize myself. I think “who is this tattooed, raven-haired beauty staring back at me?” Ok all this change
Here is the Raven-haired beauty that has been making the rounds of The Madhouse for the past month. I rather like her and hope she sticks around.
Other changes going on in the Madhouse. I decided to change around the living room a couple of weeks ago, much to “the teen’s” dismay. That child hates change as much as I do but I am trying to get him to embrace change. Sometimes it isn’t a life horrifying thing *shock*
Now I am not much in the strength department so lifting heavy things is not my strongest quality. Even so, I figured “the teen” and I could move the living room furniture no problem. Boy was I wrong *face palm* It ended up with me doing most of it by pushing and pulling things around the room because “the teen” has less upper body strength than I do. Is it wrong to make it mandatory that he work out on the weight bench every day to build up some muscles in those spaghetti arms of his? I am sure his future girlfriends would thank me. After much blood, sweat and tears (literally) the furniture got moved and things are falling into place. It was worth not being able to move for the two days following. *lol*
Now that everything is switched around I am much happier. This remind me less and less of “the husband” and more like me. It is quite liberating actually. I am always thinking of new ways to decorate that costs little to NOTHING, which totally fits in my budget *lol*. I am getting excited to actually decorate and make this our home. Hopefully “the teen” doesn’t go into cardiac arrest with all the changes going on. Trying to get him to accept change has been an adventure. I am trying to keep things as normal as possible and not changing too much at once. He seems to have accepted the living room change now though, so that is a positive step at least.
There is more changes to come in the Madhouse and I will be sure to share. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for taking time to visit The Madhouse.
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