Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I need new dark dark dark brown hair (with a touch of mahogany) and a cool angled bob. Please please please.
C'mon, Santa!
Incidentally, Sufjan Stevens has a song titled "Get Behind Me, Santa!" - which causes me to smile.
I have a haircut scheduled for tomorrow. Yay!
JZ had a dream about you just having published your memoirs in two volumes titled: These Are The Things That Have Happened.
She reports that you had a very authorial haircut in your back jacket picture.
She also notes that she saw a makeover show where the woman looked like you and they gave her an angled bob and she looked like Laura Shapiro. So she thinks that would be a good go-to look for you.
Lie down, Deena
I did. And then the kids got really noisy and Greg got really mad, and there was shouting of, "worked all day! ...then you kids!" so I got up. Now that the kids are in bed (and as soon as Kara settles down), I think I'm going to go back to horizontal.
She also notes that she saw a makeover show where the woman looked like you and they gave her an angled bob and she looked like Laura Shapiro.
Man, there are not words to express how green with envy I am that you guys got to meet Laura, while I still only know her pixels.
Sparky could pull of a great many hairstyles. I think angled bob is certainly one of them.
Man, there are not words to express how green with envy I am that you guys got to meet Laura, while I still only know her pixels.
She was JZ's director in a Lee Blessing play called
Independence,
and I danced with her a considerable amount at Prom, including to "I Want Candy." (JZ adds: Which made Hec think that Laura must be his (smoking hot and absurdly youthful-looking) contemporary because she clearly loved the song so much and knew it so well, and he was totally baffled to hear that she's in fact several years my junior.)
I'm distressed by my current hair. I mean, the cut is shaggy and overgrown, but I know the good cuts for me and I can easily get it back in shape. But the COLOR -- oy. My gray came in really fast during my outrageous-shades-of-red years and I haven't learned to adapt AND IT'S ALL RIGHT IN THE FRONT WHERE I CAN'T HIDE IT UNDER CLEVER STYLING.
It won't take color the same way any more, and even if it did, the roots are utterly obvious growing back in. So I've been letting it grow out, which adds to my general unkempt feeling. And I can't figure out whether to just let it be gray (but I can't pull off the sexy Jamie Lee Curtis gray until it evens out more, and anyway I'm SO NOT READY YET!) or to figure out whole new dyes and techniques and whatnot that'll actually work.
Bleh.
(And I have to admit to a deep resentment of people who get all OMG! I HAVE THREE GRAY HAIRS! Bite me, babe, I'm Steve Fucking Martin.)
Ple might be able to guide you through what you need to do to color it yourself and cover the gray, but the only way I've found to do it is to have a professional like my daughter do it for me. There's a much more complex formula required to cover gray and you'll never get the really bright reds you used to, but it will cover the gray.
There's a much more complex formula required to cover gray and you'll never get the really bright reds you used to,
Yeah, that's just what I've found by unfortunate self-experimentation. Dammit.
but it will cover the gray.
And the flip side, of course, is that I've talked myself into a whole frakking crisis about whether to even try -- rather than just coloring or not coloring, and not worring about What It All Means.
(Plus? Still only 35, at least for 3 more days. Double Dammit.)
My grey is coming in at the temples. It's so cool.
Hell, amych, I started coloring my hair in my 20s. I was having problems covering gray in my 30s, too. My mother wasn't kind enough to give me the good genes (she was barely gray in her 50s.) Nooo, she saved the big boobs for my daughter, and, I'm willing to bet, the late blooming gray hair. Bitch.
(And I have to admit to a deep resentment of people who get all OMG! I HAVE THREE GRAY HAIRS! Bite me, babe, I'm Steve Fucking Martin.)
Oh boy, I hear ya. Started going gray in my early teens and I hate having to color my hair. But I do it every three weeks, unless I want my completely gray roots showing.
I'm still able to use store bought box color (Feria) but I have to do it more often than most other people. The alternative, however, just isn't an option for me at the ripe old age of 34. I'm not ready to look like Heloise.