In non-fashion-related news of weirdness, I just learnt that Sean Paul has a song out in which he talks about two people I know. Family friend who died of brain cancer at about 18, and another family friend that died this past weekend. He knew the one, and knows the son of the other (this is the son that put out a record with Me'shell Ndegeocello and I'm thanked in the liner notes).
'Origin'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hi. I missed Natter.
msbelle, what flea said. I hope x3 that it isn't really lyme. But a coworker recently had it, and after a strong round of antibiotics she's fine now. Man, when I was a kid we never thought twice about running around in the grass barefoot. If we got a tick, we pulled it off and that was that. Has lyme always been lurking to catch us, or is it new? Maybe we were just naive.
I buy purses, but I only ever carry the same three. I should really dump all the others on Goodwill. I usually carry a tote bag to work to carry all my junk. And my purse. And the purse with my iPod in it. I need my stuff.
I used to never do anything to my eyebrows except pluck the Sign of the Werewolf between them. They were really thick. Then I got this stylist that my friend recommended. She talked me into having them waxed. They looked awesome. I actually gasped when I saw myself; it made me look like a movie star. I don't do it anymore, though, I'm scared to. But after a year and a half of permanent-dying my hair (and a while of bleaching it and dying it red), and permanent-dying my eyebrows too, my hair started to fall out. Eyebrows too. One day I was sitting in the styling chair, staring at myself in the mirror, and I said, Oh my god, my hair's gotten so thin! She tried to tell me it was always that thin. It was not. I have the photos to prove it. So I stopped using permanent dye, started taking biotin and using all sorts of (possibly useless) all-natural hair-grow stuff, and slowly it's growing back. I live in fear that it won't all come back and I'll be left with a hairline like a guy's and empty patches in my eyebrows. It's worse than being fat, I tell you; fat I know I can fix, if I'd just exercise. But hair? What are you gonna do?
Welcome back to Natter, Susan!
And this dress is made of win.
Geeble.
WANT.
Umm. Yeah.
That's... oh, yeah.
If it is Lyme, there's an excellent cure rate when they catch it early like this.
This is the purse I would carry every day in my fantasy life. [link] Anyone got $20,000 extra dollars for me?
Hi Susan!
This skirt is almost wonderful. Wrong size and colour, but I love the idea.
Okay, is it possible that I've run out of 'net?
This skirt is almost wonderful. Wrong size and colour, but I love the idea.
NO. Just no. That skirt is like five different flavors of NOT ALL RIGHT. DO NOT LIKE. t /mac
Stop talking trash about my (almost) skirt. I love the uber-high waist and the volume due to crinkling. It's like post-apocalyptic (my favourite fashion style) meets Edwardian nanny (not favourite, but more up there than you'd think).
Heh.
As I sometimes say to friends, "Well, it's OK for you...."
I once developed a bald spot the size of a pencil. My hairdresser noticed it and I freaked. She reassured me it wasn't incipient baldness, just probably the results of a bug bite or zit.
It's gone now.
I dye the shit out of my hair, but darker. Of course, there's some bleaching involved, but my hair so far has been the most resilient part of my body. Dye, blowdry, curling iron, ponytails in cheap rubber bands (when it was long)... it takes a beating and doesn't whimper.
Funny story...in high school (when I had really long hair, from anywhere past my shoulders to my butt,) I always ended up sitting in front of the same guy friend, as the teachers were fond of alphabetical order. Anyway, after YEARS of this, he says to me "You have really pretty hair! It's so healthy! No split ends or anything!" It was so incongruous coming from him. So was the next confession.
Turns out he'd spent THREE YEARS playing with my hair. I started noticing after that, and he stopped being so sneaky about it. It was odd, but not freaky.