Sunday, January 26, 2014

more on hair bleach

Found a better way to section hair to bleach the roots...but wish I had more patience and more talent for using a second mirror in the back of my head while brandishing a bleach brush.

I have also come to the conclusion that I am lucky in that my skin easily works with most hair colors...or I just instinctively stay away from colors that don't work for me.

                    Me with my cherry brown hair, experimenting with bleach.

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                            Same colors, perhaps more bleach, shorter hair.

I had been cherry brown so many years, I really don't have access to any photos of my natural light brown/red brown/dark brown mix.  My parents have those photos.  At least 6 years of red dye before experimenting with the bleach...because I had always heard awful things about bleach.


Today, after the latest root job and my weekly hot oil treatment.


The hot oil really helps.  I don't use any thing special, just hot olive oil that we use for cooking, helps combat the dryness from the bleach and from this awful cold, snowy, dry winter.


Hmmm...keep thinking I am starting to look my age...but I look much younger in blonde.  36?  I sure look younger than mom did at this age.

But although some of the ends of my hair are quite dry, my hair was in really great condition before the bleach, and I think that is the real secret.  None of it has fallen out, although I am cautious about the length of time I leave the bleach on my hair; and yes, I have had some breakage, but near the ends, so next haircut will eliminate that, most of the breakage is due to stripping out the red plus the bleach.  The hair regrowth itself has not been damaged.

And so goes the quest to eliminate hair doldrums.




Monday, January 20, 2014

Just this

A sad link to a sad topic.

Sometimes news from the home world isn't all wine and roses.

Can't say I knew these folks, but I bet I know some folks who knew them well.



Holmes County, Ohio

Sunday, January 19, 2014

All About Being a Platinum Blonde

  It's easy, if your hair doesn't grow freakishly fast like mine. 

  In my case, I have to bleach my roots every two weeks.  To do the back of my head, well, I think I may have to enlist my pal Ruth, as my husband, who loves the blonde hair seems to lack patience for helping.  It's just going to look skunky back there for a bit as I lack the ability to properly use a mirror to aid in this process or swivel my head like an owl.

I have gotten good feedback, but have not experienced the blondes have more fun phenomena.  Luckily for me, I have a nice, cool, pale skin tone so blonde, red, and brown all work for me.  Black, well, I'm not going there, it ages a lot...and I am not a spring chicken.  If I had more gray, blonde would be much less work.  As it is, I have strands of sporadic metallic silver and I would not be upset if my whole head was that color...it's really pretty, actually.

I like change.  My hair gets boring, and I never really liked the original mouse brown I was born with. If it had been three shades darker, it would have been more flattering.  The underlying nape of the neck color was medium brown and nice, while the upper bits varied from gray brown to red to sun bleach dark blonde.

Also I've been several shades of dark red for the past six years, which was simple to maintain since it wasn't drastic and I already had some red tones.

It's kind of fun looking in the mirror and seeing a blonde for a change.

I know I'll get bored eventually and fed up with the maintenance, but then, I will just go purple.  Yep. Hot purple.


In the meantime, I feel kinda like Mae West, who wasn't a string bean, and neither am I.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Obligatory Horrible Cold Post

Got to go home to Ohio for the new year, visited, dodged two snowstorms (made it back to Michigan before the big storm that dumped a foot of snow and made it ultra cold and miserable), and had more broken car adventuring.

I have had enough broken car adventuring to last me the rest of forever.  If I could crawl into a hibernation hole and emerge to better luck and more money, I certainly would.  Or just figure out how to teleport.  That would be ideal.  No car to feed or break, and no car insurance to pay.  Too bad I don't understand physics or other useful sciences.

I really need to get on finding a job closer to home.  I've been a receiver for nearly a year...should be able to get something, right?  $10 an hour would go further if I worked closer to home, but I'd really like to make closer to $15.  I'm worth that.

That said, a nice long sleep sounds great after the week I've had trying to catch up after no one was scheduled to do my job while I was off last week.  Ridiculous.  It's almost like if I don't keep them busy by asking for favors, no one does.  Why  I not the manager?  I guess I'm not smarmy enough and not willing to suck clock to curry corporate favor.