Hair and Boredom

So it’s been rough trying to come up with things to write about, since my days lately are spent sending out resumes like crazy, desperately searching for a new show to binge-watch, and feverishly devouring the Outlander series books (it’s been about a week and a half of reading and I’m already on book three). It’s harder and harder to get motivated to do anything, partially because I have the luxury of too much time, and partially because in the three weeks we’ve been here and the dozens of jobs I’ve applied for, I’ve had exactly one phone interview so far.

That’s probably not terrible, but I’m impatient. And slightly horrified of how bored I’ve become, and how much I miss interacting with people. Who knew an introvert could get too much alone time? I sure didn’t.

So today I had a plan to get out and do something, even if just read my book in the park or swing by a coffee shop, just to feel like I’m still part of a living world.

Then I got sidetracked by my hair.

I have three go-to hairstyles: down, ponytail, or bun. If I’m feeling fancy, I’ll braid a section of my hair going into the ponytail. Or just pull the top part of my hair back. Despite the world of exciting hairstyles, I am not adventurous enough (read: too lazy) to try anything that seems remotely intricate. (No matter how much I drool over the Khaleesi’s hair in Game of Thrones).

It occurred to me that with this wealth of time stretching before me, I might as well teach myself a few new tricks to spice up my hair-life. It was on to YouTube, where I studiously tried several adorable “easy” styles.

The first I tried was a variation on my usual braid-into-ponytail, which was all well and good, but really only added time to a hairstyle I already over-use. The other two are hot-mess versions of what should have been adorable twists to the usual “little bit up” style I’m also used to. I probably should have gotten pictures of the front, because my hair was bulging and sticking up all over the place. Also, it doesn’t show in the pictures, but my super-fine strands kept getting gnarled around the elastics and refusing to sit in a casually poofy way.

The only style that came out fairly okay was the two-rope-braids-into-side-bun (the last of the styles shown in this video). Even this isn’t as carefree as hers, but it gives me hope that one day, I’ll get the knack for fun, casual up-dos down.

Now that my hair is off my neck, at least, it’s off to the park for some reading in the sun!

A Crisis

The other day, all I wanted was a chocolate chip cookie. It was 8:30pm and I was already in my pre-bedtime sweats (the transition between work clothes and PJs), and it was raining, so there was no way I was running to the store for ingredients.

Also, I can’t bake chocolate chip cookies to save my life.

Once upon a time, I used to be pretty awesome at cookies. Specifically chocolate chip cookies. Obviously, the store bought dough was amazing and easy, but making them from scratch was delicious.

I don’t know what recipe I used, because I’ve tried DOZENS recently and none turn out *perfectly*.

Side note: “cookie perfection” to me is fluffy, golden on the edges and the bottom, soft (but not gooey/doughy) in the middle, with nice fat chunks of melted chocolate in each bite.

All my cookies are flat and harden right away. Or they’ll stay overly fat and have a scone-like texture. I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is I’m doing wrong. I’ve looked up tips and tweaked things and followed recipe after recipe promising the perfect cookie and assuring me that if I use more of this or less of that, my cookies won’t flatten out like squished bubble gum on the pavement.

And, horror of horrors, this undeserved curse has extended to store-bought, pre-made cookie dough. I have literally one job with them, and I can’t even pull it off.

My one saving grace is my shortbread cookies are freaking fantastic. My Lavender Earl Grey Cookies were a colossal hit last Thanksgiving, even if my uber-gourmet-attempt at savory Chocolate Thyme Cookies were, um, less so. As my mother-in-law put it: “hm. I’ll just stick with the other one.” Of course, my cousin’s kid ate the crap outta those nasty cookies, so I’ll still pat myself on the back for appealing to the finer palates (okay, so maybe the fact that he usually doesn’t get to eat all that sugar/butter/chocolate helped him ignore the bite of the thyme).

Still, there is a time and place for sophisticated, herbal tea cookies, and the rest of the time belongs to the all-American classic: chocolate chip. As I’ve said, I’m obsessed with Pinterest and have an entire board dedicated to finding the perfect recipe for myself. With the holidays fast approaching, I am sure to share any successes (and all my failures) with you, and in the meantime, feel free to pass along your own tried and true recipes!