Weekend summary, and language note

I'll write more later, but rysmiel's description of the past weekend will do for a start. Also, Dan Hoey, WINOLJ and seems to think I know more French than I do, supplies two more French words with y's in them, suitable for Scrabble: citoyen and voyeur. (Gentlebeings, emailing me in French is not the most efficient means of communication.)

Weekend summary, and language note

I'll write more later, but rysmiel's description of the past weekend will do for a start. Also, Dan Hoey, WINOLJ and seems to think I know more French than I do, supplies two more French words with y's in them, suitable for Scrabble: citoyen and voyeur. (Gentlebeings, emailing me in French is not the most efficient means of communication.)

Feeling shorn

I feel as though everything I've done with my hair lately was a mistake.

Before I went up to Montreal, rysmiel had offered to trim my hair for me. I liked this idea, because I'd rather trust a long-haired friend to take off no more than necessary. Unfortunately, by the time the removal of split ends was done, there wasn't enough left to braid properly. I feel as though I've lost about a year of growth, and am hoping to have it long enough to braid by summer. papersky says that hers grows about 2 cm in the two weeks after a trim, which would be nice if it happened for me as well. In the meantime, it'll have to go back in a stupid little ponytail while I'm exercising.

Also, the purple seems to be almost gone. While I was in Montreal, I was enjoying that my relatively subtle purple highlights were calm and modest by local standards, because we saw lots of people with really impressive not-found-in-nature color jobs. But one more shampoo, this morning, plus the haircut, seems to have left me almost purple-less. But with the damage from the bleaching.

I think I'm going to go buy a can of the spray-on purple.

And I'm going to try not to be too disturbed and distracted by this, because it really is trivial. But the significantly shorter hair feels different, when I brush it or reach back to run my hand through it, which I do quite a bit when it's loose.

Feeling shorn

I feel as though everything I've done with my hair lately was a mistake.

Before I went up to Montreal, rysmiel had offered to trim my hair for me. I liked this idea, because I'd rather trust a long-haired friend to take off no more than necessary. Unfortunately, by the time the removal of split ends was done, there wasn't enough left to braid properly. I feel as though I've lost about a year of growth, and am hoping to have it long enough to braid by summer. papersky says that hers grows about 2 cm in the two weeks after a trim, which would be nice if it happened for me as well. In the meantime, it'll have to go back in a stupid little ponytail while I'm exercising.

Also, the purple seems to be almost gone. While I was in Montreal, I was enjoying that my relatively subtle purple highlights were calm and modest by local standards, because we saw lots of people with really impressive not-found-in-nature color jobs. But one more shampoo, this morning, plus the haircut, seems to have left me almost purple-less. But with the damage from the bleaching.

I think I'm going to go buy a can of the spray-on purple.

And I'm going to try not to be too disturbed and distracted by this, because it really is trivial. But the significantly shorter hair feels different, when I brush it or reach back to run my hand through it, which I do quite a bit when it's loose.

Glasses

Lenscrafters just called to tell me my glasses are ready. I'm going to pick them up tomorrow, and hope they're right this time.

I really want these new, not-so-heavy glasses. And the up-to-date prescription. Yes, in that order of importance: the current pair are heavy enough to be abrading my cheeks.

Glasses

Lenscrafters just called to tell me my glasses are ready. I'm going to pick them up tomorrow, and hope they're right this time.

I really want these new, not-so-heavy glasses. And the up-to-date prescription. Yes, in that order of importance: the current pair are heavy enough to be abrading my cheeks.