It is pretty humid here. Like Oreo cookies get soft kind of humid (ewww). Even in dry climates I have a hard time with my hair being a little bit frizzy. But hello? I can't control it here. At all. I suppose I'm getting my just desserts for laughing at Joel's terrible haircut, because now he is always laughing at my frizz-bomb.
Yesterday, I found one of those very frizzy hairs painted right into the kitchen wall. I managed to get it off, but you can still see the line where it was. Sigh.
We painted our kitchen Cornelian Red this last weekend (I'd show you pictures, but now the curtains that came with the house don't match, so I must get new ones before the room is post-worthy). The color it was before was turquoise-ish sky blue. Pretty, but I wasn't a fan. I am in LOVE with the red.
I have big plans for most of the house. I am impatient. I spend my spare time searching the internet for just the right paint colors and carpet and fabric and rugs and furniture. I fall asleep arranging and painting rooms in my mind. Let's just say I'm a bit preoccupied with it all.
However, the front rooms really are pretty presentable now. Things might not be perfect, but they're out of boxes and orderly. I wouldn't mind having people over.
Which is a good thing, because I got a voice student yesterday! Without even trying. She'll be starting up this coming Tuesday, while Sophia is in preschool.
Chloe and Bria also started their music lessons this week. Chloe's piano teacher is in our branch and she comes to our house for lessons. Bria's violin teacher is a music professor at the University, so she goes to her office for lessons. And her office is right next door to Joel's, so that's nice and convenient for me. The younger two just go in and hang out with dad while Bria has her lesson and I observe. Then we all go home together.
After Bria's violin lesson yesterday we walked downtown to get a couple new violin books and decided on a whim to get the girls ice-cream cones. We then walked down to the waterfront and sat on a little pier and ate them. It was a gorgeous day and it was so peaceful to watch the birds and the boats and just be together. I really love living here.
Except for the humidity.
It makes my hair frizzy.
PS: As it is 9/11, I thought I'd link up to the post I wrote a few years ago remembering where I was and how I felt that day.