Hair Cut and Cake

Last night I got myself a new haircut by my favorite hair cutter (roommate Lisa) and then while she was cutting my sister Jess's hair I stuck around to chat obviously. Jess told me that as she left the house her husband, Michael, hinted that he would be ok with her coming home with a treat. I thought for a second what I could whip up for a treat for my favorite (and only) brother-in-law and came up with this:

Actually, here's the secret: I had a cake in the freezer from like a month ago. I just whipped up the frosting. But it was awesome frosting: Vanilla Bean Sour Cream Frosting. Thanks to my African vanilla beans (carried lovingly by a coworker home from her work trip to Tanzania) and thanks to the extra sour cream I found in the fridge, and thanks to the single layer of chocolate cake I had sitting in the freezer just waiting for a special occasion. (Clearly Michael merits a special occasion-- he also tells me everything I make is delicious so my pride gets a hold of me and I want to send Jess home with treats for him.)

And here's my haircut:

It's really not that different, but I kind of have some bang-y/fringe-y/swoop-ies again. That and my hair curled real nice today.

And today is also my first bare-legged day in what feels like six months. And I'm wearing sandals that have been under my desk for just as long. It feels awesome.