My Brother Was Right. Who Would've Thought?

I spent last weekend (June 9-12) at Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival in Manchester, Tennessee. Those who follow me on Facebook, you already know this. I've posted of nothing else for the past several weeks. Actually, since we bought our tickets on Black Friday (yes, in November) I've been mentioning it for the past six months. You're sick of hearing about it, and I'm okay with that. But the next few posts will be about my experience, and I hope my odd twist on things will hold your interest.

My younger brother Brack is the reason this all started. He went to Bonnaroo last year. And Lollapalooza, Voodoo Fest, Nocturnal Fest, and a host of other festivals I can't remember. Bonnaroo was his favorite, though, and he talked about it nonstop. Sound familiar? It took three months for my husband and me to decide to go (you'll read about that later this week) but once we were "in," Brack became the expert. Annoyingly so. I'll be the first to admit that some of his advice was a little out there, but once we made it to the farm, I realized he was right. About (almost) everything. Which was even more annoying.

Oh, What Pretty Eyes You Have

Ginnifer Goodwin recently changed her hair, but only after permission from the Big Love producers.  To avoid any future scenarios like this, she put a wig clause in her current and all future contracts, allowing her to style her hair any way she wants. "I find it hard to express myself," she says, "when I'm growing out a very bad character haircut."  Geez, who wouldn't? (Click here for the full article)

So this has me wondering, "What attribute expresses me the most?"  Now obviously, I can't see myself signing any contracts to not change my hair.  Let's face it, a girl who's shaved her head isn't too particular.  Fashion doesn't matter, either -- although I might consider finding a way to wear TOMS for the rest of my life.  The truth is, I can't find myself putting anything in writing that deals with my physical appearance.  I'm just a little too adventurous (or maybe I don't care enough).

Returning to attributes, though, my eyes are definitely my most expressive.  From an old boyfriend who called them "aqua eyes" to every other person I meet that says, "oh, what pretty eyes you have," trust me, that's what people notice.  Have always noticed.  Which might be why I haven't always appreciated them -- in fact, one of the things that first attracted me to my husband is that he didn't comment on them.  Maybe it's true for everyone -- the thing you're complimented on the most, often annoys you the most.

But I'll never forget the day I finally embraced my eyes.  I was sitting with my cousin Megan while we waited to have our heads shaved, and she was nervous (heck, I was, too).  She looked at me and said, "Everyone keeps telling me how pretty my eyes will look, and I guess they're right."

She paused, and then caught me completely off guard.

"Because mine look just like yours."

Pretty powerful, coming from a girl who'd turned eleven the day before.  It took her eyes to make me realize how beautiful mine were.  And remembering that moment and that beautiful girl is a lovely reminder to love myself more.

Now with all the eye-color-coordinating shadows and complete aisles filled only with mascaras, fixin' up my eyes is quite fun. And nowadays the, "oh what pretty eyes you have," remark is often followed by, "are those fake eyelashes?"  Which they're not, but thank you CoverGirl Lashblast Volume Blasting Mascara.

Gennifer Goodwin says, "As long as I can wear a wig, I can be any character and in real life I can be myself."

Well, it seems I am forever working to be myself -- but doesn't the saying go, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step."

So I guess this step is labeled 'lovin' my eyes.'

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