Wiggin' Out

No, not really.  I'm not wearing a wig nor freaking out.  However, when I first saw my new hair which I just blogged about, the first thing I said to Mr. B was, "I feel like I'm wearing a wig."

Yesterday was a big day.  I sat around until 12:30 and watched Netflix instant queue with Mr. B.  Then it was time to go to my hair appointment.  My stylist just opened her own shop, so I was super excited to check it out!  It did not disappoint, and she even had coffee and hot chocolate waiting for all of her patrons.

2 hours later, my hair was about 25 shades darker (though close to my natural hair color!) and banged.  I love the color, I think it makes my green eyes pop.  I also like the bangs, but will have to learn to style them.

Then, Mr. B and I moseyed up to Pittsburgh to check out the new Anthropologie in Bakery Square.  I'll be honest, I think I prefer the vibe of the Anthro at the galleria in South Hills, but if I were going to Carnegie Mellon or Pitt, I would have loved an Anthro a few blocks from campus!  I had my once a year 15% off coupon burning a hole in my Longchamp so I shopped till I dropped while Mr. B decided to get some coffee.  I only ended up buying one dress--I just bought two plane tickets to Boston and was feeling super poor--but I'm pretty excited about it.  I think it will be nice to wear to my white coat ceremony.