Gorgeous, right? At one coat Dazzled By Gold is sheer enough to be used as a bit of icing, so I decided to switch it up a bit. This is two coats Igniting Love, one coat Dazzled By Gold. I also trimmed my nails and I like them so much better this length--although I've been letting them grow long pretty often.
Last week I got a special sweater from Target and decided to wait until my birthday to wear it.
Target sweater here (on sale now!)
I really couldn't resist the prospect of wearing cake. And I was totally delighted by it all day.
Oh, you also may have noticed that I have way less hair than I used to. It used to be down to my waist-ish, but I just got sick of it. It took years for me to get sick of it, but I did. I got about eight inches cut off and it's a pretty big change. Also I guess I'm doing side-bangs now? Here's a picture from right after I got it cut (so it's ideal, style-wise):
So yeah, very different for me. But I like it a lot. It felt good to get rid of all that extra hair and to look a little different for a change.
Anyway. My mom took me to Anthropologie and Sephora, and I ended up getting a sweater and also the UD Vice 2 palette (!!!!!!!!!!! SO excited about that). She also picked a few polishes up for me, which was very nice of her. Also my parents got me a cake that had so many candles on it that it looked like it was on fire in this picture:
WATCH OUT. This is serious.
Overall it was a very nice weekend. EXCEPT.
Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while may remember my little friend Raven.
(I just love this picture)
Raven is sick. He's very sick. I guess the other day he wouldn't stop vomiting, and it got so bad that he has been staying at the emergency animal hospital for a couple days. He had to be on fluids and anti-nausea medication. Finally he would eat when hand-fed. He's very timid and shy and just generally terrified around most people, so he wouldn't go to the front of his cage himself to eat his food :( It breaks my heart that he had to stay there by himself. But my mom was calling to check on him all weekend, and he's coming home tomorrow. He has pancreatitis, and I'm sort of unclear on the prognosis and what his life might be like after this. My mom told me yesterday to "prepare for the worst." It's hard. He's only 6 and he's just the nicest, sweetest cat. He loves to be petted and talked to softly, and he never hisses or bites or anything. He just gives you tiny little meows and very big purrs. I'm really hoping that he'll be okay. It did put a bit of a cloud over my weekend, knowing that he was in an unfamiliar place, in pain and scared. What is it with my cats lately? I'm glad that Remy is okay, but now I have this other guy to worry about.
Send good thoughts our way. We might need them.
That's all for today. I hope everyone had a nice weekend, and I'll talk to you later in the week.