'Neath the Cover of October Skies

Moondance," Van Morrison

Three weeks ago, we flew to Rocklin for Lindsey and Matt's wedding. The entire weekend was just perfect, and Linds and Matt were glowing the whole time:

Tim and I arrived Friday, and spent Friday night at Aunt Robin's house for cocktails, music, and hanging out. Good food and company were beyond plentiful:

Siblings

 Sisters

Arbitrary yager shots

The next day, Saturday, was the wedding rehearsal, and there was a palpable excitement in the air:

Eventually, we made our way to a local softball field, where we played softball for hours. Everyone had a blast:

 Sunday was the wedding day. Love, excitement, and celebration surrounded every minute. Lindsey was beautiful, calm, and collected all morning, and she was an absolutely stunning bride. It was the perfect day, and I was so honored to be a part of it. Matt and Linds are lucky to have found one another, and I know they have a lifetime of happiness ahead of them. Welcome to our crazy, chaotic, and amazing family, Matt!

Congratulations Matt and Linds! We love you!

Your eyes shine through me

You are so divine to me

Your heart has a home in mine

We won't have to say a word

With a touch all shall be heard

When I search my heart it's you I find

-Beloved One, Ben Harper

Got a Devil's Haircut in My Mind

 Beck

This week, because I'm cheap and efficient opulent and swanky, I went to Supercuts for a haircut. I've never been a fan of expensive, drawn-out salon visits (see: my hockey-baseball-fort-building-tree-climbing childhood), and so up until a few years ago my mom cut my hair. This choice doesn't have to do with saving money (although that is a plus), but rather with sheer laziness. I upgraded to the much-fancier "Campus Cuts" in college (yes, that's the one located IN the UCLA student store), and have since been a regular at any local Supercuts ("regular" is a term I apparently use loosely, as I venture into one of the establishments approximately once every 6-8 months). Without fail, my hair-cutter pretends to (poorly, I might add) hide her shock once she learns I only buy grocery store shampoo and conditioner! And don't deep condition once every 10-14 days! Inevitably, sometimes even before my haircut is over, I am led to the wall of "magic" products, all of which promise to cure split ends and solve world hunger. Inevitably, also, I pretend to "think about it" and perhaps "come by later in the week to pick some up." (This is a new and improved tactic, since up until about a year ago, my shame and guilt usually found me leaving Supercuts with 5 new conditioning balms, a reduced bank account, and a little less dignity).

So on Tuesday I got a haircut. The girl who cut my hair sliced about an inch off the bottom, re-did what she thought "were maybe an attempt at some layers?", and cut my bangs. However, apparently I misunderstood her, because I could have sworn when I answered "yes," the question had been: "So do you want your bangs to kind of look like mine?" rather than "Do you want me to close my eyes and pretend I am a scissor-wielding toddler?"  Due to this miscommunication, my awesome bangs now look like this:

I guess what they say is true; you get what you pay for. Compared to what I know many of my friends pay for haircuts, Supercuts is a steal.

However, I probably should be out spending that saved money on hats and headbands.