Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts

Monday, October 21

Confessions: I have a terrible sense of fashion.

I know, I know.
A blogger with no fashion sense.
Sad, but true.
I mean, I can do makeup and stuff, but . . . well, no, because I can't really do hair . . .
I can do makeup.
But I'm more than a little lost when it comes to mixing and matching clothes.
Now my sister's really good at that.
And she has this beautiful, long hair that does whatever she wants it to.
Except that she tries to curl it and it's fine so it doesn't hold a curl, and I used to straighten mine, but it's thick, so it doesn't really hold a straight.
Basically, she's a brunette Rapunzel:
and I'm a blonde Merida.
Anhyoo, my sister's really good at clothes.
She looks cute in just about anything, and can pull off things I never could.
And she can pull off black eye liner.
That makes me just a wee bit jealous.
But I'll gladly admit that I've stolen more than a few ideas from my sister's outfits.
. . . Not at the same time she's wearing them, because that would be a little embarrassing for her, I think, but I have.
She brought the scarf fever to our house.
And the boot fever.
And a few other fevers that haven't quite caught on yet, but give it time.
They will.
But yeah, I'm just not very good at the whole fashion thing.
I could sell you on just about any cosmetic product ever made, but let's just say I'm sorta glad my sister's better at that than me.
Because it's better to get killer deals on cute clothes than mediocre deals on mine.

Friday, March 1

Burnt Hair: It's Actually Funnier than It Looks

So, if you've seen this, you know what I'm talking about.
If you haven't, enjoy:
Now, this is the part where I say something snarky about this, but I'm actually not going to.
I will say that having a heated tool in your hair for ten seconds is a rather long time and it's not a good idea, but that's about it.
But I've actually been in her boat before.
A friend - who shall remain nameless for the sweet sake of dignity - was drying my hair once with a  hair dryer and a round brush.
She was doing everything right as far as I can tell.
Suddenly, there was this AWFUL stench, and my first thought was "Oh no, my hair's broken her hair dryer".
Nope.
She pulled the brush away, and a chunk of hair came with it.
Omigosh it STANK.
She was horrified.
Now, I've gotta say that it was from one of the bottom layers in the back.
I mean, it was really no big deal.
I think she was expecting this:
She got this:
I thought it was hysterical.
Seriously, it was so funny.
I kept telling her it was fine and that no one would be able to tell, but I couldn't get over the fact it had happened. 
I mean, that's the stuff of movies, right?
It couldn't possibly happen in real life, right?
See video above.
Though, I do have to admit . . . that's the second time a round brush has had a part in destroying my hair. . .

Wednesday, July 11

Why you shouldn't dye blonde hair blonde


I naturally have blonde hair.
It was nearly white when I was a toddler, and when I was about seven, I started getting these dark streaks underneath.
A lot of people complemented me on it, and I guess I sort of liked it. I really can't remember.
About three years ago, it started getting really dark.
I look like a brunette.
Nothing against brunettes: my mom's a brunette and my sister is a brunette.
I just like the excuse being blonde provides don't like it on me.
I got highlights two or three times, but they were really expensive.
After that, I figured dying my whole head for $7 is better than dying half of it for $100.
Nope.
The first time it turned out orangey and brassy.
Lasted for a while, then I asked my friend to help me dye my hair.
That one turned out less brassy, but still wasn't the blonde I was looking for.
Fast forward to now, about two months later.
I took a shower and thought the water looked funny. I thought it was just the water; we've been having storms lately, and sometimes that affects it.
Got out, and didn't think anything of it.
Come back a few hours later . . .
ORANGE. RESIDUE. EVERYWHERE.
I honestly cannot remember what brand or what it was, but I know it foamed.
I'm not saying this is a typical result either, because I wasn't using special shampoo or anything.
All I know is that I washed my hair and my white bathtub turned orange.
This is also why you ought not dye blonde hair blonde: it's nearly impossible to nail the color yourself, and unless you want to look like a pumpkin head for about two months, I'd just stay out of the hair color aisle all together.