a broken chi

Last week the unthinkable happened . . . my Chi Original Hair straightening and smoothing iron broke. Walker tried to jump the cord, and it crashed to the floor, cutting an eight year relationship with my poofy hair short. As I mourned it's death, I began to reflect on how different my life is now than it was eight years ago.

Then I had a Chi; Now it is broken

Then I drove a new, clean jeep; Now I drive a messy, old subaru filled with baby gear

Then I wore awesome designer shoes; Now I wear birkenstocks and crocs

Then I applied Trish McEvoy make-up daily; Now I apply Burt's Bees lip balm daily

Then I ate Patrizio and LaMadeline; Now I eat grilled cheese and Chick-fil-A

Then I frequented Northpark; Now I frequent Wes's house and the Arboretum

Then I gardened and decorated my home; Now I watch HGTV

Then I worked out daily; Now I don't

Then I dreamed about chasing elusive items; Now I sleep dreamlessly

Then I read "Pride and Prejudice"; Now I read "Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child"

Then I doted on my labradors; Now I try to remember to scratch Bella's ears sometimes

My life was certainly different before babies, but I'm pretty sure now is better than then. Now, that's not to say that I wouldn't take a car wash, a pair of hot shoes, a good work-out, and an afternoon read!