Anime Hair and Randomness
Oct. 28th, 2015 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseI don't know why this happens, but sometimes my hair thinks it's in an anime and decides that gravity is entirely optional. Yesterday I woke up with some SERIOUS volume, after having gone to bed directly after a bath with still wet hair. With my current "undercut," (in quotes because the hairstylist did NOT make me look like David Beckham, like I asked,) I was pretty sure my hair was attempting to cosplay this guy (we'll see if the pictures work this time):
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Maybe that doesn't look like much, but that lift is entirely product-less. Here's a slightly better sense of volume:
The haircut was kind of it's own story. I actually got this cut about two weeks ago. When I went into Great Clips, I got a guy named Arthur, who I got a sense might be 'family,' if you know what I mean. So, I told him that I wanted that cute haircut all the boys are sporting, the undercut. Okay, so what I really wanted was the undercut and some non-blended thing, but I couldn't remember what the cute boy at Breadsmiths had told me to ask for. Because, seriously, I looked at this guy who was slicing my bread for me and I thought, "OH! That's IT!" so I said, "Hey, I love your hair. Can you tell me what that cut is called EXACTLY so I know how to ask for it?"
Sadly, I did not write it down.
Like, I said, I remembered the undercut bit, and nothing else. At any rate, you remember my hair before, right? It was nearly down to my shoulders, it was so long. So, Arthur looks at me in that 'are-you-sure-soccer-mom' way and says, "RE-ally?" So, after giving him a serious stink eye, I say, "REALLY. I want the cute lesbian cut. Because I am a cute lesbian." And he suddenly breaks into a smile, and says, "Oh, honey, I am an EXPERT on cute lesbian haircuts."
Which is why I got this extremely cute lesbian cut.
And do not look like David Beckham. I'd really, really wanted enough hair to pull back into what the kids are calling a "man bun." But, as you can (hopefully) see, nope. I got the blended cut, so instead of Beckham I have a TinTin tuft on my head. Shawn and I were joking that would be one of the titles of my auto/biographies, "Less Beckham, More TinTin."
*sigh*
BTW, my family has come up with several titles for the books about my life. The first one is: WEIRD, BUT COMPELLING, which was how my first agent used to describe my writing to potential buyers. Mason has decreed that the second volume needs to be titled, WE'RE NOT LOST, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE EXACTLY, because I say that so often and he thinks it's a pretty accurate description of life, in general. And now we have, THE STORY OF HER LIFE: LESS BECKHAM, MORE TINTIN.
Once I find out if the picture function is working properly, I will update this journal with pictures of the heirloom loom that we epically moved from my parent's house in LaCrosse to our basement. This is one of the reasons, I've not been posting much here. I've been working my butt off to prepare the finished half of our basement to house this ridiculously huge floor loom. I've patched concrete, filled holes in the walls and ceiling, and painted the heck out of everything. Just Monday, we finally cleared out the coal room (one of those forgotten spaces in our house, where you think you'll probably NEVER clear out) and made space for the kitty litters to go in there. Shawn was a trooper and got ride of a [bleep]-ton of crap she'd accumulated in the basement under the 'we might need it some day' aegis.
Mason is super-looking forward to getting some comfy chairs down in the basement, because we're also devoting a large part of the space to his LEGO collection which is currently cluttering up most of our dinning room and part of the living room. I've never minded having all his toys around, but w've now amassed so much that I think we're in danger of looking like LEGO hoarders. I hope I will forever find Bionicles guarding weird things around the house (like the guy who appeared to protect my coffee bowl,) but it would be nice to have one space where everything is stored.
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Maybe that doesn't look like much, but that lift is entirely product-less. Here's a slightly better sense of volume:
The haircut was kind of it's own story. I actually got this cut about two weeks ago. When I went into Great Clips, I got a guy named Arthur, who I got a sense might be 'family,' if you know what I mean. So, I told him that I wanted that cute haircut all the boys are sporting, the undercut. Okay, so what I really wanted was the undercut and some non-blended thing, but I couldn't remember what the cute boy at Breadsmiths had told me to ask for. Because, seriously, I looked at this guy who was slicing my bread for me and I thought, "OH! That's IT!" so I said, "Hey, I love your hair. Can you tell me what that cut is called EXACTLY so I know how to ask for it?"
Sadly, I did not write it down.
Like, I said, I remembered the undercut bit, and nothing else. At any rate, you remember my hair before, right? It was nearly down to my shoulders, it was so long. So, Arthur looks at me in that 'are-you-sure-soccer-mom' way and says, "RE-ally?" So, after giving him a serious stink eye, I say, "REALLY. I want the cute lesbian cut. Because I am a cute lesbian." And he suddenly breaks into a smile, and says, "Oh, honey, I am an EXPERT on cute lesbian haircuts."
Which is why I got this extremely cute lesbian cut.
And do not look like David Beckham. I'd really, really wanted enough hair to pull back into what the kids are calling a "man bun." But, as you can (hopefully) see, nope. I got the blended cut, so instead of Beckham I have a TinTin tuft on my head. Shawn and I were joking that would be one of the titles of my auto/biographies, "Less Beckham, More TinTin."
*sigh*
BTW, my family has come up with several titles for the books about my life. The first one is: WEIRD, BUT COMPELLING, which was how my first agent used to describe my writing to potential buyers. Mason has decreed that the second volume needs to be titled, WE'RE NOT LOST, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE EXACTLY, because I say that so often and he thinks it's a pretty accurate description of life, in general. And now we have, THE STORY OF HER LIFE: LESS BECKHAM, MORE TINTIN.
Once I find out if the picture function is working properly, I will update this journal with pictures of the heirloom loom that we epically moved from my parent's house in LaCrosse to our basement. This is one of the reasons, I've not been posting much here. I've been working my butt off to prepare the finished half of our basement to house this ridiculously huge floor loom. I've patched concrete, filled holes in the walls and ceiling, and painted the heck out of everything. Just Monday, we finally cleared out the coal room (one of those forgotten spaces in our house, where you think you'll probably NEVER clear out) and made space for the kitty litters to go in there. Shawn was a trooper and got ride of a [bleep]-ton of crap she'd accumulated in the basement under the 'we might need it some day' aegis.
Mason is super-looking forward to getting some comfy chairs down in the basement, because we're also devoting a large part of the space to his LEGO collection which is currently cluttering up most of our dinning room and part of the living room. I've never minded having all his toys around, but w've now amassed so much that I think we're in danger of looking like LEGO hoarders. I hope I will forever find Bionicles guarding weird things around the house (like the guy who appeared to protect my coffee bowl,) but it would be nice to have one space where everything is stored.