Name your style in 3 words or less: Preppy Bohemian Chic.

Circa October 2002:
   As I sat there, enduring an extremely boring anthropology class, the guy seated in front of me, dressed in a "drug rug" pull over, shorts, and bare feet, even though it was 40 degrees outside, tossed his long hair full of dreads over and over again.  One dread slapped me in the face, waking me from my daydream.  The smell of patchouli and incense whipped through the air, and I'm fairly certain I let out a small shriek of ew. 

 January 8, 2015:

    I think I dropped anthropology after that or I certainly only remember going to that class a handful of times.  The professed put me to sleep and at the time I couldn't have cared less about how non-human primates lived and reading "The Baboons: the Generations of Israel" was so boring.  Said book is still sitting on a shelf somewhere in my house if anyone wants to borrow it; never been used. 
    Plus, there was that guy with the dreads always hitting me in the face.  I'd always stare at the back of his head, wondering things like,
                how does he shampoo? Doesn't it hurt to sleep on them? Is it true he used peanut butter to get the dreads started? Do you have to shave your head to get rid of them? 
  Perhaps those questions are why I ended up in cosmetology school 5 years later, instead of pursing anthropology. 

    But I'm getting ahead of myself just a bit.  My point is I spent a whole 4 years at college surrounded by granola hippies, where the school was voted #1 in High Times Magazine as the best place to get high  - and we're not talking about hiking the mountains here people.  I, on the other hand, was preoccupied with my sorority, anything monogrammed or paint penned, Lilly Pulitzer, Vera Bradley, wearing t-shirts with my letters on them, jean skirts, hoop earrings, and obsessing with having to wash my hair Every. Single. Day. 

    My how the times have changed. I spent 4 years surrounded by hippies and was the least granola person I knew!  Fast forward 11 years and I now have more "hippie" tendencies than anyone else I know and I LOVE it! So I guess in a way, I am using a degree I got at Appalachian State University, just in a completely different way.

   Let's do a comparison of the 2000-2004 me vs. 2015 me, shall we? 


2004: 

HAD to wash my hair EVERY DAY!  Yuck if I didn't!!!

2015: 
 
I shampoo my hair twice a week  (and I work out 3+x a week, you do the math). Thank you to whomever invented dry shampoo.   - Please note: I do bathe daily.  haha

2004:

Addiction to tanning beds. 

2015:

I'm now an Esthetician. I wear sunscreen daily all over my body.  I have actually been on vacation to Hawaii and came back paler than when I went. 

2004: 
Ate whatever junk I could find in the pantry.

2015: 
 I try to eat organic, non processed food most of the time.  If my HOA would allow it, I'd own my own chickens with a large coup to get fresh eggs daily. 


2004: 
Never even saw pot the entire time I went to ASU. Smelled it, but never saw it. 

2015: 
Still never seen it, but am open to trying medical marijuana if it ever becomes available for Crohn's Disease patients.  I'll try anything at this point if it will make me feel better on the days I'm having a flare.  OF course, when I told my GI Dr. this, he scribbled something in my chart, so I'm pretty sure I've been flagged. Haha

2004:
  Passed by the "ew, gross!" stores on King Street in Boone, NC that wafted incense throughout

2015:
   Spent at least 20-30 min in each store!! I LOVE homemade soaps, candles, etc.  I can't get enough of books on animal totems, chakra healing, etc. 

2004: 
  Going to school for marriage & family counseling

2015: 
  Finishing up getting certified to become a crystal healer.  I'm also an intuitive medium and read angel cards for people.  If you had told me I'd be carrying a rose quartz, with droplets of lavender essential oil on it in my bra daily in 2004, I would have thought you were crazy.  Now?  Yep, makes sense to me!! Haha


SO, in conclusion...

  
  Some things never change.... I'm still obsessed with monograms, Lilly Pulitzer and all things pink.  And some things do ....  dry shampoo is the best invention ever.



Xoxo, B