New Hair Did

Warning: I'm about to be transformed into one of those creepy bloggers that takes photos of themselves and posts them like people actually care. Let's assume this is another outcome of me living alone.

I got my haircut after work today by my adorable hairdresser {thanks for the reco, Southern Charm}. I usually have such a difficult time finding someone who can control my unbelievably thick hair and work a straightener through my curly locks cut and style my hair the way I like, but Monica has definitely won me over.

She is one of those stylists you can go in and list things you don't like about yourself/your hair and she somehow creates a way to minimize those flaws...aka read my mind.

For fun, she showed me how to style my hair in a "flirty" new way.

{Here they come...my first narcissistic blog photos....}

 

 

{...but for real, I think the curls are presh!} 

With my confidence running high, I decided to hit up "single's night" at Kroger. {What an exciting night...bet you're getting jealous by this point...ha!}

There is a rumor around town {that I admit is silly, but secretly wish it would materialize for me} that the grocery by my house is the best place for singles to pick up a date. 

Everyone agrees on this. 

However, no one can agree on which night of the week is "Single's Night"...I've heard Tuesday AND Wednesday. 

And there are conflicting messages about the "Single Signal." By either putting Diet Cokes OR Canteloupe {both equally random and neither has worked for me yet} in your cart, you're apparently giving off "the vibe" and inviting others to ask you on a date. 

This week I covered all bases...went to the grocery two nights in a row, and loaded my cart with the aforementioned goods. No Luck Tonight... 

No, No! Don't worry. It's nothing wrong with me. It's all these mixed messages around the event. Once the grocery gets this cleared up, I'm sure my social calendar will be exploding.

Until then, I am choosing to distract myself by baking Chocolate Chip Banana Bread to bring in to work tomorrow. At least I'm the favorite employee among the 50 somethings I work with! :)