I’m Ashton. Thirty-something, wife to the absolute kindest, most fun Arizona boy, obsessed mommy of two. Nothing makes me happier than being a mom.
I’m a donut and beach lover, a discouraging combination. Loud chewing makes me want to shave my eyebrows off with a spoon. I have an impressively bad sense of direction, so Siri and I usually aren’t on good terms.
I grew up in The Land of Enchantment (you go ahead and Google that), and finished high school in Las Vegas. I spent my college years in Utah with a small stint in Hawaii. I went to school for an English Lit degree, ended up with a focus in Secondary Education teaching 10th and 12th grade, and then substituted my way through cosmetology school during the recession.
That background leaves me with one option: writing an anonymous book about all the crazy things I hear from the salon chair.
I’ve always enjoyed writing, though, and have written on a blog since my single life glory days of 2008. I moved to Fluent in Blonde in 2014. When people ask what type of blog Fluent in Blonde is, I never quite have the words. What kind of blog is this?
Fluent in Blonde is where my whole soul just…gets naked. Right here on the internet.
Or maybe it’s some kind of public personal therapy.
I guess we’ll just leave it at “lifestyle.”
I strongly believe rigidity in life is borderline suicidal. You’ll snap. For me, flexibility comes with humor and lighthearted, sincere conversations.
Fluent in Blonde is written with that in mind. It’s for anyone, any gender, who doesn’t take themselves too seriously. It’s written in the same voice I use to talk to my close friends. You know, the friends you cry with, whether that be sentimentally, sadly, or from laughing so hard your contacts float away and you can’t see? That’s the audience in my mind when I’m writing here about my life, parenting, wife-ing, thoughts on people who do Christmas prematurely, and whatever else is on my mind.
Although I’m a girly-girl through and through, I’ve learned that my appreciation (and almost desire?) for raw, real emotion overshadows my admiration for the prettiness. The beautiful photos, perfectly constructed sentences, and fluid color scheme are secondary here. Blurry iPhone photos may not be as aesthetically pleasing, but they make my heart smile more than macarons, and since I’m the boss around here, messy photos are sometimes posted.
I don’t mind a little messy.
You should see my bathroom drawer.
I’m so glad you stopped by!