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dragonlady7Today I have been productive. I have been reading websites about long hair thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tyellas's link to a whole network of long-hair fanatics. Anyone with any further helpful suggestions about ways to attractively wear very thin, fine waist-length hair for an 8-hour shift of food service, please do share them. I only just switched shampoo-conditioners yesterday, and am currently pleased with the result but it hasn't really been tested yet (wait till I get a tangle, and then we'll see). I had my hair in braids yesterday so last night it was wavy, and I thought it looked quite pretty, but then I tend to be a bit vain about it. Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to tehta's Glorfindel. Although my hair isn't as nice as his.
It did inspire me to finally make myself a Glorfindel icon. The vanity of using my own hair is, I hope, mitigated by the fact that it's backlit for dramatic effect. My hair isn't actually self-illuminating, though that would be pretty cool.
Was thinking for a moment: actually I don't think I want to be more attractive than I am. The more attractively turned-out I am, the more people want stuff from me. Perhaps it's just something in the nature of my looks: people who are struck by my appearance are not the sort who want to lavish me with gifts or even tips, but rather are the sort who demand that I let them touch me, or that I entertain them somehow, and generally they make me uncomfortable. Perhaps my adolescent self's coping method of dressing really unattractively was a valid one. Ah well, at least in this job I don't get groped. I just wish the ones who thought I was pretty would tip.
Although I think I'm really getting the hang of the cheerful diffuse-the-aggression show-all-the-teeth smile; it's instinctive by this point and I turn it on the moment something seems remotely difficult or unpleasant-making. And I know it shows my dimple. That seems to deflate people's ire.
I did some gardening. I'm not bad at cutting sod, though I suck at laying it. The front yard is going to look like patchwork for a while. But perhaps it won't just die like it did last summer.
I didn't get enough done to plant peas. Tomorrow, though, I have the day off. And the day after, Dave's off and I don't go in until 4. So, peas will go in soonish.
I did plant a basket full of sweet peas. I am rather annoyed that I have a collection of baskets with the hangers missing. I don't think a hanging basket that doesn't hang is going to do much good (though I suppose I could set it on the porch and let the vines climb the porch railing... there's an idea. I also stuck a few seeds in the ground near the fence. They say they like climbing, so let them climb.
Nothing when I garden really goes very well... I'm just not very good at it, and I totally lack any design sense whatsoever.
But I'm going to wait until Dave's available to plan out the veggie garden.
Oh, I also got the indoor-outdoor thermometer set up so the temp probe is actually outdoors. (Dave set it up with the probe next to the heat vent and determined that the air comes out of the vent at 126 degrees. If I had my choice of heat systems I would not use forced air. Ugh.) So it's sitting on the kitchen counter being all boldface and digital and telling me that it's not really that warm outside, nor inside. It's nice to have a clock included in it, I must say. The kitchen needed a clock.
Now I have just too little time for a shower (and the long drying process afterward), and too little time for a nap, and too little to go cut more sod, but too much to just fritter away on nothing. Bah.
tyellas's link to a whole network of long-hair fanatics. Anyone with any further helpful suggestions about ways to attractively wear very thin, fine waist-length hair for an 8-hour shift of food service, please do share them. I only just switched shampoo-conditioners yesterday, and am currently pleased with the result but it hasn't really been tested yet (wait till I get a tangle, and then we'll see). I had my hair in braids yesterday so last night it was wavy, and I thought it looked quite pretty, but then I tend to be a bit vain about it. Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to tehta's Glorfindel. Although my hair isn't as nice as his. It did inspire me to finally make myself a Glorfindel icon. The vanity of using my own hair is, I hope, mitigated by the fact that it's backlit for dramatic effect. My hair isn't actually self-illuminating, though that would be pretty cool.
Was thinking for a moment: actually I don't think I want to be more attractive than I am. The more attractively turned-out I am, the more people want stuff from me. Perhaps it's just something in the nature of my looks: people who are struck by my appearance are not the sort who want to lavish me with gifts or even tips, but rather are the sort who demand that I let them touch me, or that I entertain them somehow, and generally they make me uncomfortable. Perhaps my adolescent self's coping method of dressing really unattractively was a valid one. Ah well, at least in this job I don't get groped. I just wish the ones who thought I was pretty would tip.
Although I think I'm really getting the hang of the cheerful diffuse-the-aggression show-all-the-teeth smile; it's instinctive by this point and I turn it on the moment something seems remotely difficult or unpleasant-making. And I know it shows my dimple. That seems to deflate people's ire.
I did some gardening. I'm not bad at cutting sod, though I suck at laying it. The front yard is going to look like patchwork for a while. But perhaps it won't just die like it did last summer.
I didn't get enough done to plant peas. Tomorrow, though, I have the day off. And the day after, Dave's off and I don't go in until 4. So, peas will go in soonish.
I did plant a basket full of sweet peas. I am rather annoyed that I have a collection of baskets with the hangers missing. I don't think a hanging basket that doesn't hang is going to do much good (though I suppose I could set it on the porch and let the vines climb the porch railing... there's an idea. I also stuck a few seeds in the ground near the fence. They say they like climbing, so let them climb.
Nothing when I garden really goes very well... I'm just not very good at it, and I totally lack any design sense whatsoever.
But I'm going to wait until Dave's available to plan out the veggie garden.
Oh, I also got the indoor-outdoor thermometer set up so the temp probe is actually outdoors. (Dave set it up with the probe next to the heat vent and determined that the air comes out of the vent at 126 degrees. If I had my choice of heat systems I would not use forced air. Ugh.) So it's sitting on the kitchen counter being all boldface and digital and telling me that it's not really that warm outside, nor inside. It's nice to have a clock included in it, I must say. The kitchen needed a clock.
Now I have just too little time for a shower (and the long drying process afterward), and too little time for a nap, and too little to go cut more sod, but too much to just fritter away on nothing. Bah.
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Date: 2005-04-14 04:12 am (UTC)I liked to wear my hair down, but pulled back on the sides, to add a little zuzsh, I would braid the pieces I pulled back. My friend Karie used to wear hers in a rope. It required twisting skillz that I lacked, but on her fabulous Strawberry Blonde hair, it looked awesome!
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Date: 2005-04-14 12:41 pm (UTC)I don't know how to make a rope out of hair! That would be cool.
I was born a strawberry blonde. I've always been a bit disappointed that it faded to blonde. But, unlike my little sisters, my hair has stayed blonde (theirs darkened as they aged so they're dark ash-blondes now, and I'd say Fiona's really a pale brunette at this point). However, my dad's hair is almost black now and he was still blond at 25, so there's still time. I think if my hair darkens I'm going to re-blond-ify it and tint it reddish. But in the meantime, I don't want to mess with it yet.