Happy (belated) Birthday, Legally Brunette Blog!

My dearest Legally Brunette Blog,

Happy birthday. Or, should I say, happy belated birthday. You know I’m not great with that stuff. It’s been a little over a year now to the day that I worked up the nerve to meet you. You big beautiful ray that clobbered every thought standing in your way until I met you.

In this past year, you have gained 25 followers! Kudos. You have received over 1,000 views, and have published 34 blog posts (35 counting this one). But easily measurable and far from sky-rocketing stats aside, you have given much more than you have gained, and for that, I wanted to thank you. For giving me strong, supportive, and witty friendships I couldn’t have ever dreamed of (Shout out to Sunshine and Shortbread– one of the best writers and most appreciative friends of the wonders of an artsy picture I know!)

Thank you for allotting me perspective- that intelligence takes many forms, and that everyone falls victim to puppy-love every once in a while.

Thank you for allowing me to present a facade of being calm, cool, and collected, when in real life we all know that I get just as paranoid about poor grades as every other student, and that as much as I try, I will be never able to accomplish the hair tutorial blog posts I publish on myself in real life. Continue reading

Hairstyle No. 4: “Flower Power”

Hello everyone,

It’s spring. Yeah, I know it’s not technically spring, but trust me, it’s spring. I trudged to school the other morning in a fluffy winter jacket expecting nothing less nor nothing more than wonted March 1st weather, yet when do my pleas to Mother Nature ever get answered? Ha ha, never. When I actually feel like going to Michael’s and finding snowstorm-puzzles or cute stencils to decorate my hot-cocoa mugs with, I am shunned!  Well, c’est la vie. But do not fret, for I have a springtime hairstyle up my sleeve!

Actually, I took this photo shoot a while ago, way back in October, I think. Ha! October. Just think back to October when the biggest worry on your mind was whether you could still pass for a trick-or-treater? Well this whole, er, “extravaganza” you could call it resulted in this photo shoots without failing to throw in a few curve balls along the way. You’d the backstory would go something along the lines of a peaceful picnic in the yard, mesmerized by the soft streaks of color traipsing across the skyline, all while being serenaded by the sweet coo of bird and jittery hiss of grasshopper. Well, quite the contrary! The wonderful model who is presenting the finale piece in the blog’s hairstyle program through pixelated rectangles, better known as the Petite Pineapple, has been one of my very closest friends for years. (We bonded over our shared pastime of munching on Goldfish and playing with Barbies in kindergarten, naturally.)

Since the dawn of time, (more like the beginning of 4th grade when we went through our inevitable Food Network phase) we have hosted our families for an annual dinner that we prepare. I have no shame in stating the fact that she is certainly the more adventurous one when creating, and more often than not, commenting on various dishes. Heck, she even contacted the lead chef from the cookbook she used when her eclairs didn’t work out to find out how to fix them! Yeah, I’m definitely more of a Betty Crocker kind of gal when it comes to baking, but  don’t get me wrong! Duncan Hines never falls short on my list either.

Well, the night of the photoshoot happened to also be the night of our dinner. I had had this hairstyle idea floating around my old can of thoughts for months, and thought the time perfect to settle in for a relaxing hair make-over after a long day of baking. I also won’t deny the fact of my natural control-freakishness when it comes to endeavors like these, especially when something was on my to-do list. What can I say? I have a blog to run and places to be! With much reluctance, and a bitter twinge in the air, most likely caused by a recent outburst of maniacal yelling, cheek-flushing, hair-pulling and head-banging, I cleared every last square-inch of hair tools I could find in order to get into my groove. My (most likely now) arthritic hands twisted every last knot, tightened every last braid, and stuffed every last floret until so many “Ow!”‘s and “Sorry!”‘a were exchanged, God received an overload of prayers regarding that this hairstyle be over with at some point. 

Once the look passed the multiple strenuous test of “photo shoot readiness” and received it’s well-deserved seal of approval, we encountered yet another battle. This time, it was with none other than a rabid skunk. 

That’s right! A rabid skunk. Just casually meandering though the street in broad daylight, without a care in the world. I tried to ignore it, as it seemed to prefer territory on the other side of the street. The Petite Pineapple on the other hand was much more concerned. Just to give you some perspective, in between all of these shots, we were turning our heads every five seconds to see if the skunk had drawn any closer to our sacred territory of Girl World! Fortunately, the skunk stayed on its side of the street for the time being, until my mom and I woke up to a sweet little surprise sprawled among the dead vines and seedlings of our backyard gardens: the skunk. The completely rabid and now completely dead skunk. 

Other than the lingering odor it emitted and dusted throughout our neighborhood, I didn’t have anything directly against the poor little skunk. All I have to say is, thank goodness for animal control! Godspeed! Well, I mean, I guess I’ll give a little tutorial on this, if I have to. It’s only the final one, right? All right, all right, we shall officially commence the instruction of the tutorial! Continue reading

Reader of Month: “The Life of Twin”

Hello everyone! 

Here I present to you the second installation of Reader of the Month. This month, an author going as Lou, wrote about her thoughts on being a twin. A great writer I already knew Lou was, will blow you away with her utterly relatable dissection of common misconceptions, and outlooks of living life with another half. Comment down below to support Lou and her wonderfully written piece!

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Lemon Bars and Nonchalant Chaos

        If you couldn’t tell by the featured image, chaos is my middle name. Whether I’m the cause of it, in the middle of it, or cleaning up after it, it always seems to be a noun closely associated with my name. My mom and I call them, “LL Mishaps.” It combines our initials, and the skill we have perfected the art of: mishap-ing. So instead of dwelling over an embarrassing moment walking repeatedly into the wrong class, spilling a Greek salad into a fire pit, and other instances alike, we just put it into the lengthy collection of some of our finest and most amusing LL Mishaps. It’s just a good way to remember to keep life light. 

        Over the weekend, I caught up with a good friend of mine who I haven’t seen in awhile. Naturally, we decided that the best use of our afternoon was binge watching The Office, making a mess out of a baking project, and then taking artsy pictures of it afterwards. And the result? This blog post I give you now. Our messy baking project actually turned out to be a hit! We decided to make lemon curd bars. Now, if you slightly cringed when you heard the word “curd” in the title, I don’t blame you. But this isn’t the chunky remnance of expired milk we have all encountered. But you have to trust me! I am certain that these lemon bars will find their way to your heart one way or another. So, shall we?

The recipe I used comes from the New York Times cooking app, that has bailed my mom and I out of countless last-minute dinner party meal scenarios, and introduced us to a lot of new foods and cooking techniques. I really liked this recipe, because it was very sweet, but used very little sugar as not to overpower the natural tartness of the lemons. I hope you enjoy this recipe as much as I did!
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Dear Diary: Wednesday, December 7th, 2016

Dear Diary,                                                                                                           Wednesday, December 7th, 2016

        Today was-well, for a serious lack of better words: a haze of, “Are you kidding me?” Everything

that happened today seemed like I was just watching yet another classic tale of how stereotypically

we can all act when in an environment where we are seemingly given a free pass to act

stereotypical. Let me rephrase that into the format of literally, today. I woke up, the day starting

out nothing more than your average Wednesday. How is it that I know every parental-

manipulation tactic in the book for staying up late, but when the morning comes, I want nothing

more to dramatically flop on my bed and stare at me eyelids? The weather certainly was having

one of those mornings too: Bone-chilling rain with a side of mushy, slip-prone sleet. As I

reluctantly trudged out the door, my wet, archless feet stomping down on the backs of my shoes,

and all the way to my neighbor’s house. My eyes slowly tilted downwards, and locked with the

menacing smirk of my phone’s time display. After a short cursing-fest, I quickened my pace and

nearly sprained my thumb while pounding my neighbor’s doorbell. Oh- and, Diary? If you were

wondering, yes, my shoes did indeed get tied once and for all. Finally, bulked-up binders in hand

and temperamental attitude at the ready, I went about my morning doing the thing I do best: Continue reading