trial and error

I toasted some almonds and did me some ombre hair the other day.

Here's the ombre I wanted:

Isn't that a nice caramelly ombre? With a tinge of red.
I watched many ombre hair DIY tutorials online so I would be sure to achieve the desired caramelly-ness all by myself.
Here was my first mistake: I thought I could ombre my own hair.
Here was my second mistake: I ombred my own hair.

Here's the ombre I ended up with:

I happily whipped that shower cap off after applying all that hair dye and... was horrified.
Too horrified to even cry. To horrified to speak. I just gasped and squeaked.
I thought it would be better the next morning.
It wasn't.
So I texted my friend over at A Cut Above: i ombred my own hair. disaster. help me. 911. SOS. call the marines.
She got me in the next day and fixed me.
I no longer look like a chorus girl from some John Wayne movie. I no longer look like a druggie. I no longer look like I did my own hair.

So now my hair is something like this, but with more blonde:

Also with more frizz, bangs, and shorter.
I'd take a picture to show you, but my hair isn't fixed and I'm not wearing any make-up and I'm all sweaty from vacuuming and cleaning the bathroom.
I'm doing you a favor.

If you'd like to ombre your own hair, here are some tutorials: here and here.
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.


So then I toasted some almonds. Because Mrs. Hoover was over visiting and I used that as an excuse to make a few things from Yummy Mummy.

So I made this California Caprese Sandwich:

Photo stolen from Yummy Mummy.

It was yummy.
And mine was as beautiful as Yummy Mummy's.
I didn't take any pictures though... just ate it.

And I made this French Toast with Stewed Berries for breakfast the next day:

Photo stolen from Yummy Mummy.

I grilled and baked the toast, complete with little heart cutouts.
I stewed the berries in orange juice just like Yummy Mummy says to. Which, by the way, made me feel really cool. I mean, who stews berries in orange juice unless they really know how to cook?
It was a breeze.

In my head, I was like, practically a chef.

Then I put the almonds on to toast.

The breeze stopped blowing:

Apparently, almonds toast rather quickly.
Apparently, almonds turn to ash once they pass the toasted stage.
But it was okay since I had more almonds.

So I toasted more:

Apparently, all almonds are the same.
They turn to ash and have to be chucked out in the snow to avoid smelling up the house with their ashy smell.
But the french toast was just fine without the almonds and I felt like the awesomest cook ever and I've been patting my own back ever since.

Some things you just have to learn by trial and error. Twice.

... Moma made some cinnamon toast this morning.
I put it outside with my almonds:

Love,
She Who Is Her Mother's Daughter