NEW HAIR MEANS NEW HEADACHES
Feb. 19th, 2022 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
javainkAnd I mean that literally and figuratively. I got my hair done today, as scheduled since I decided to re-start dying my hair again. I feel conflicted each time I go, since I'm contributing to probably the spread of the pandemic by voluntarily being out for long periods in public and close to people, not due to work or other necessary actions. I wear a mask through the whole appointment (too many people don't wear masks, what do I expect from this country sometimes), but we all know how that's not preventative enough. This still doesn't stop me: I get my hair done.
I got bangs. Side-swept fringe; curtain bangs; face-framing fringe. It's all in my eyes. I'm not used to fringe, so when I want to mess with my hair, streaking my hand through the middle part of my hair like a '90s American heartthrob, I full on decimate the state of my bangs. Full on a mess. I gotta get used to them. Figure out my hands. Like the self-saboteur that I am, when my stylist asked at the end "Do you want me to cut any of this shorter?", I said "No, I want to try this length out first, and let you know on Friday." Cue me trying to read at a table in the next hour and a chunk of fringe poking out my eyeball. Stung a little bit, but not as much as my regret.
Next Friday I'm going back to the stylist. The other part of my hair appointment was coloring. Normally my hair is an ombre of brown to vibrant orange, since 2018 when I said to myself "yeah, orange isn't a favorite color of mine, let's dye my hair half that color", then was mesmerized by the end result.
This time, I wanted to take a break from my lovely orange and try mustard yellow. Close enough to orange that I can quickly flip back with a tub of Overtone. Unfortunately, my stylist's stock of yellow ran out half-way through the process. She had enough to give my faded orange hair a yellow-ish sheen. Ginger, essentially. Pretty enough, just not what I wanted. "It's not like I'll be hiding away in my house because of my hair color. I'll be hiding away in my house because that's just what I do," I joked. We set up our color correction appointment for next Friday. Hopefully by then I'll have figured out what I want from my fringe and if I can convey to my stylist how I want it to look.
After every hair appointment, I get a headache from all the tugging that comes from combing and hair drying. It's slowly fading away now as I type this.
I purchased the first volume of The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System: Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong at the bookstore after my appointment. I've been craving something funny and fantastical, and the transmigration category has interested me lately (thank you, Omniscient Reader). I'm excited to jump into it, though I'm unfamiliar with the cultivation genre or c-novels in general. As a trade with a friend-of-a-friend, I've also started The Untamed on Netflix, but haven't gotten far.
I got bangs. Side-swept fringe; curtain bangs; face-framing fringe. It's all in my eyes. I'm not used to fringe, so when I want to mess with my hair, streaking my hand through the middle part of my hair like a '90s American heartthrob, I full on decimate the state of my bangs. Full on a mess. I gotta get used to them. Figure out my hands. Like the self-saboteur that I am, when my stylist asked at the end "Do you want me to cut any of this shorter?", I said "No, I want to try this length out first, and let you know on Friday." Cue me trying to read at a table in the next hour and a chunk of fringe poking out my eyeball. Stung a little bit, but not as much as my regret.
Next Friday I'm going back to the stylist. The other part of my hair appointment was coloring. Normally my hair is an ombre of brown to vibrant orange, since 2018 when I said to myself "yeah, orange isn't a favorite color of mine, let's dye my hair half that color", then was mesmerized by the end result.
This time, I wanted to take a break from my lovely orange and try mustard yellow. Close enough to orange that I can quickly flip back with a tub of Overtone. Unfortunately, my stylist's stock of yellow ran out half-way through the process. She had enough to give my faded orange hair a yellow-ish sheen. Ginger, essentially. Pretty enough, just not what I wanted. "It's not like I'll be hiding away in my house because of my hair color. I'll be hiding away in my house because that's just what I do," I joked. We set up our color correction appointment for next Friday. Hopefully by then I'll have figured out what I want from my fringe and if I can convey to my stylist how I want it to look.
After every hair appointment, I get a headache from all the tugging that comes from combing and hair drying. It's slowly fading away now as I type this.
I purchased the first volume of The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System: Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong at the bookstore after my appointment. I've been craving something funny and fantastical, and the transmigration category has interested me lately (thank you, Omniscient Reader). I'm excited to jump into it, though I'm unfamiliar with the cultivation genre or c-novels in general. As a trade with a friend-of-a-friend, I've also started The Untamed on Netflix, but haven't gotten far.
