girly stuff
Mar. 21st, 2013 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizziebelleI wasn't very happy with my last haircut, so I decided it was time to get a real (as in: regular) hairdresser instead of going to Supercuts. I do have a job now, after all. My boss has short hair and always has a really good cut, so I asked her who does her hair, and she told me Tina at Rumors in Marlboro does, and also does another co-worker's hair (which I have admired as well). She specializes in short hairdos. So I called yesterday to make an appointment, and it just so happened that she had an opening that evening!
I like her a lot; we talked about my hair and what it does (and doesn't do), and she started snipping away. I could tell right away that she really knew what she was doing. Then she put some goop in it and showed me how to blow it dry and style it, and I really liked the result. Yay, good hair!
This morning I woke up to fabulous bedhead (as usual), so I wet it down and blew it out, and it looked nearly as good as when she did it, so I'm confident I can pull this off. I walked over to Target at lunch (it's about a five-minute walk from my office) (which can be dangerous, I know!) and picked up some goop that wasn't too goopy, and some spray so it doesn't go flop in the middle of the day, and tomorrow I will try it all out.
I am really not the blow-dry-and-hairspray type, so this will be interesting. We'll see how long I can keep it up! I like having good hair, so that's an incentive.
I also gave it a new color this week, and it's considerably brighter than what I'm used to. It's RED. Not ginger, not copper, but really, really red. Everyone at work likes it, but I'm still getting used to it. It's not the fire-engine red I got by accident about 20 years ago, but it's pretty intense. I'll see how I like it after a few washes before I decide whether to keep it this way. It is, as usual, only a semi-permanent color. I do not do permanent anything on my hair anymore. It always leads to heartache.
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So, I guess it's apparent even to muggles that I am somewhat witchy, because the other day one of my co-workers asked me if I believe in spells. As in, magick spells. So we had a little talk, and it turns out that she wants to do a love spell. I gave her the standard disclaimer of "no trying to make someone go against their free will," which I think she gets; and I explained that what a spell is, is sending energy out into the universe to help bring about a desired result (not unlike prayer), and everything else is just props to help focus your mind on your goal. So we settled on a candle spell, which as a Catholic I think will be the most comfortable for her to do. I promised to bring her some rose oil to use, which of course I forgot today (it's already packed in my lunchbag to take in tomorrow), and I will write down what she should do. Her questions weren't silly or frivolous, so I think she'll be all right.
I am, of course, greatly amused. This has been happening to me since way before I ever joined a coven!
I like her a lot; we talked about my hair and what it does (and doesn't do), and she started snipping away. I could tell right away that she really knew what she was doing. Then she put some goop in it and showed me how to blow it dry and style it, and I really liked the result. Yay, good hair!
This morning I woke up to fabulous bedhead (as usual), so I wet it down and blew it out, and it looked nearly as good as when she did it, so I'm confident I can pull this off. I walked over to Target at lunch (it's about a five-minute walk from my office) (which can be dangerous, I know!) and picked up some goop that wasn't too goopy, and some spray so it doesn't go flop in the middle of the day, and tomorrow I will try it all out.
I am really not the blow-dry-and-hairspray type, so this will be interesting. We'll see how long I can keep it up! I like having good hair, so that's an incentive.
I also gave it a new color this week, and it's considerably brighter than what I'm used to. It's RED. Not ginger, not copper, but really, really red. Everyone at work likes it, but I'm still getting used to it. It's not the fire-engine red I got by accident about 20 years ago, but it's pretty intense. I'll see how I like it after a few washes before I decide whether to keep it this way. It is, as usual, only a semi-permanent color. I do not do permanent anything on my hair anymore. It always leads to heartache.
*****
So, I guess it's apparent even to muggles that I am somewhat witchy, because the other day one of my co-workers asked me if I believe in spells. As in, magick spells. So we had a little talk, and it turns out that she wants to do a love spell. I gave her the standard disclaimer of "no trying to make someone go against their free will," which I think she gets; and I explained that what a spell is, is sending energy out into the universe to help bring about a desired result (not unlike prayer), and everything else is just props to help focus your mind on your goal. So we settled on a candle spell, which as a Catholic I think will be the most comfortable for her to do. I promised to bring her some rose oil to use, which of course I forgot today (it's already packed in my lunchbag to take in tomorrow), and I will write down what she should do. Her questions weren't silly or frivolous, so I think she'll be all right.
I am, of course, greatly amused. This has been happening to me since way before I ever joined a coven!
