Confession Time

I have a confession to make.

I have not been less complicated or as chemical free as I would like to be lately.

I have become someone who gets her hair highlighted (see picture above), goes tanning and gets French manicures.

Something about weddings (no matter how big or small) kinda makes people crazy. I’m obviously not immune.

It’s about the pictures, really.

I started thinking about how we’re having this wedding on the beach and I wanted my hair to be lighter. Totally unnecessary… I know.

Then I started thinking about how we’re going to be in this intense sun and I don’t want to burn on our honeymoon. So, we both decided to go tanning to “build a base”. Plus, I’m wearing a white dress and I think a tan would be rockin’.

Then I started thinking about the inevitable pictures of our hands, and couldn’t bear the image of a photo of my scraggly nails next to my beautiful engagement ring. So… last night, while my husband-to-be was making dinner, I went and got myself a French manicure. Not JUST a French manicure… that might be forgivable. I got….sculptured nails.

How did I turn back into the girl I was 5 years ago?

I will stop soon. The tanning will stop when we leave, the nails will come off immediately following our return, and I will go back to my naturally dark hair.

So there it is. My confession. Please say you forgive me?