I am 39 years old, and I literally JUST discovered that a) I have really quite curly hair, and b) it's pretty. Turns out that I've spent nearly four decades Doing It Wrong.
Apparently - thanks to my DVD ripper - it's throwback week on RG!
So remember a couple of years ago, when I spent months and months flying back and forth to St. Louis, filming a project that I was all cagey and secretive about, because I contractually wasn't allowed to discuss it? It was a pilot called The House That Trash Built. Basically, what the show involved was our team literally building a house from the ground up using nothing but reclaimed materials (a.k.a. trash). We found old windows at a church, pulled tiles out of a house that was slated for demolition, and made furniture out of tires.
OK, so you mayyyy have noticed that I mayyyy have found myself with a little unscheduled time over the weekend, and I mayyyy have spent that time in the company of a very, very old box of DVDs and a DVD ripper. I haven't had an actual DVD-playing computer in years, so this was the first time I'd seen all of this stuff in forever - and my kids, having never before seen their mom acting quite so bizarre, were RAPT.
You can see clips from the OG "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" pilot (the one that was shot before I was replaced; I don't think it was ever aired anywhere, understandably) over on my Instagram, and this episode of Strong Medicine was just too good not to leave right here.
I mean...what is even happening? I have, like, no words.
Fun fact: I have no eyebrows. I mean, technically they're there, but...mehhhh. It was only when I was about 35 that I finally realized what every makeup artist I'd ever worked with had been telling me for years, which is that eyebrows are everything, and started putting a little effort in - but I've never loved the look of powdered brows, and have always very much wanted some more shape than my limited skills are capable of achieving.
My mom gets microblading done, though, as do a few of my friends, and so - despite the fact that a tattoo ON MY FACE sounded like a distinctly terrible idea - I booked an appointment.