So. Buzzing your hair to the length of a scant millimeter is *entirely* different from actually shaving it. Buzzing it produces a kind of scratchy peach fuzz. Shaving it...
Heh. Shaving it leaves it feeling, to my fingertips, faintly jelly-ish. Like a Licorice Allsorts jelly button with all the sprinkles flicked off. (Also, it produces a surface that's apparently two parts velcro to one part sandpaper as far as the rest of my hair is concerned.)
Eh. I dunno. I cut off two-thirds[1] of it last week, and I'd been meaning to dye it blue, but I need to finish
commodorified's dress. No way in hell am I working on a pale-green-and-white dress with dark blue hairdye on my fingers.[2] So I figured I might as well shave the fuzz down to the scalp, keep the whole thing from starting to look ratty.
I quite possibly wouldn't've done this if it had occurred to me at the time that my grandmother's funeral was in less than a fortnight, but it didn't quite register. And I have a plain black silk scarf, so I'm not actually worried. It's just producing slight cognitive dissonance.
Also: pinned, sewed, serged, clipped, pressed, turned, and topstitched the skirt hem of the aforementioned dress. Put kitchen stuff back under the counter. Went out to buy brightly coloured candy to put in one of the crystal bowls John and I got for the wedding. Read just over a hundred pages of Interface (Stephenson and George).
People deal with stress in odd ways.
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[1] The outside two-thirds.
[2] Yes, there are gloves. There are *always* gloves. Irrelevant.
Heh. Shaving it leaves it feeling, to my fingertips, faintly jelly-ish. Like a Licorice Allsorts jelly button with all the sprinkles flicked off. (Also, it produces a surface that's apparently two parts velcro to one part sandpaper as far as the rest of my hair is concerned.)
Eh. I dunno. I cut off two-thirds[1] of it last week, and I'd been meaning to dye it blue, but I need to finish
I quite possibly wouldn't've done this if it had occurred to me at the time that my grandmother's funeral was in less than a fortnight, but it didn't quite register. And I have a plain black silk scarf, so I'm not actually worried. It's just producing slight cognitive dissonance.
Also: pinned, sewed, serged, clipped, pressed, turned, and topstitched the skirt hem of the aforementioned dress. Put kitchen stuff back under the counter. Went out to buy brightly coloured candy to put in one of the crystal bowls John and I got for the wedding. Read just over a hundred pages of Interface (Stephenson and George).
People deal with stress in odd ways.
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[1] The outside two-thirds.
[2] Yes, there are gloves. There are *always* gloves. Irrelevant.
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:01 pm (UTC)I just had mine cut a few cm shoter than usual and I'm already having regrets ... except for the fact that don't really need a hairdryer anymore ... which is pretty darn fun.
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-09 02:54 pm (UTC)(It's not really a mohawk to my mind, since I haven't spiked it or anything. I just wear a headscarf at work.)
Dying it blue (which I can finally do, having finished sewing Marna's dress) is going to be annoying; normally I can pile hair on top of hair while the dye settles in, but in this case, it's very likely to flop out to the sides onto bare scalp. Hell of a time to realize I jsut got rid of all the bobby pins...
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Date: 2007-07-19 08:33 pm (UTC)(do you mind if i add you?)
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Date: 2007-07-19 11:43 pm (UTC)And no, please, feel free.
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Date: 2007-07-09 10:19 pm (UTC)