HeatherB's blog

I think I've reached almost every woman's version of Nirvana. I, Heather Barmore, have found the perfect combination of hair products to make me, Heather Barmore -- she who is notoriously unhappy with everything -- fairly happy with my hair. Though first I feel like I should go back to 1994 when I had grand delusions of having long flowing blonde locks. Every time I got a relaxer and a haircut I'd end up with a case of whiplash from shaking my tresses around like I was in some Pantene commercial. Fortunately, I have since recovered from that particular phase. 

During my sophomore year of college I became quite smitten with a boy. The day he met me I was wearing a pink plaid button down shirt from American Eagle and over that a pink sweater with a hood from Hollister. He told a mutual friend of mine that I was a) gorgeous and b) I looked amazing in pink. Since then pink has been my color of choice.

sssssssssssssI cannot believe I'm about to admit this. In fact the second I say this my face is going to erupt in painful cystic acne once again and my dermatologist will be injecting Benzoyl peroxide directly into my pores. So here goes: I like Proactiv. No, I...I love Proactiv. And that noise you just heard was my brand new linens screaming in horror due to imminent bleaching.

 Hair is one of my favorite topics of discussion. I've been in conversations where women get riled up like we're discussing Jesus Christ or John Boehner's views on health care. Understandable since hair is a woman's 'crowning glory' so we indeed take it seriously with the appointments and the coloring and the frustrated sighs in the mirror when looking at what we have to deal with come morning. Let's just say that at 6:30 AM I'm about ready to shave off my 'crowning glory' and start over again. 

My last first day of school was many moons ago. But now that I have a job that runs by the school calendar I'm prone to newness come September. I clean off my desk and pretend it's my new year. I also have a bit of a crush on handbags; looks, textures and styles. I'm pleased that when it comes down to it, a handbag will never make my butt look too big. I can't get uniboob from my bag. While I'm not in the market for anything new I'm more than happy to discuss them at length and imagine the waft of new bag smell.