Kids, I really tried hard to find a bug to photograph today for Evil-E's photo scavenger hunt, but it was hectic and I didn't have a lot of time. This pic I took of our garden last year, while lame because a moth isn't really a bug, will have to suffice.Now, on to me fulfilling my promise. I got my hair cut today at a real live salon for the first time since I was seventeen. Back then, the woman in Ottumwa didn't know how to cut curly hair and she tried to layer it, and long story short, I left there crying. This time was so much better. They offered me something to drink, but I said, no thanks, because I didn't know how that all worked, and I figured it was best to keep it simple. The woman who cut my hair was really cool. She had curly hair too and knew just how to cut it. She straightened it so she could be sure to see all the thousands and millions of split ends and eradicate them.
Since my hair doesn't look all that much different than it did before - except it's not quite so damaged now, I have posted some photos of the results. Ready?
Here is me trying to be serious, but I forgot to turn the fan off, so it blew my hair all around my face. If I had been thinking, I would have turned around and finally done my Stevie Nicks impersonation that I spoke of in an earlier post.Oh, and I do realize that I don't exactly possess one of those even, all over tans. I have an unseemly, runner's tan. On the plus side, I also don't have a strangely orange hue and I haven't cooked my insides like someone who uses a tanning bed.
Like everything else respectable that I try to do, this little photo shoot turned into a complete dork fest. Here is me making my monster face. My girls really loved this one when they were about three. Now, they just say, "Mom. Stop."
And this was supposed to be my fish face, but I had to use my hands to hold the camera, so I couldn't use them to put on each side of my face to make fins. Damn it.I did take these on my bed, but all you can really see of it, are the purple sheets that Stinky said I should buy.
13 comments:
You pull the same faces that your daughters do when they take their own photos. Nature or nurture? Who can say.
Looks like a quality haircut.
pretty, pretty hair on that scary monster face
Churlita,
Well, the hair is awesome. If a smile were to sneak in and stick to the face we could put you on the cover of Glamour!
rel
I say that moths are bugs, so you did well with the bug photo shoot! I love the shots of you and your hairdo too.
One of the more recent times I went to a salon, they offered me coffee and a donut. I think they offered it to me while I was waiting under one of those dome hairdryers.
The hair looks great.
The faces in the 2nd and 3rd pictures are hilarious.
The first picture: Hubba, Hubba, Woo-Woo. The uneveness of the tan IS NOT the first thing a healthy, red-blooded male focuses on in that first picture.
You rock, Churl.
Nice pics! Good to know how you look for real now, rather than how you look as a cartoon now, or for real 10-30 years ago!
Mr Atrocity,
I'm sure I'm just a bad influence, as usual.
Margaret,
Thanks...I think.
Rel,
I'm sure you know by now that I'm not a Glamour girl. Dorky faces are about all I'm good for.
Tara,
Thanks. Did you take them up on the coffee and donut?
David in DC,
Yeah, yeah. Boys will be boys.
DMArks,
I guess most of the recent photos of me on here have been of me from a distance. I should get more cartoon pics of me on here.
You look quite lovely. Even the Monster Churlita!
My mother dragged me to a salon when I was a teenager, too (in Ottumwa). I had large, crazy, frizzy hair and the woman tried to "feather" it. I cried, also.
The best thing that ever happened to me was that my hair fell out and what didn't I shaved off.
Your hair looks very nice, though.
Mark,
Thanks. Most people think that Moira and I look alike. We never see it.
I wonder if went to the same stylist back then?
I love your hair! Bee-you-tee-ful! I really like the purpley sheets too.
Laura B.,
Thanks. I'm still getting used to my hair, but I love my sheets.
The "stylist" I saw was above the old McWilliam's Drug. Terrible.
Of course, I couldn't really blame the poor woman. There really was nothing you could do with that mess. I just sort of let my freak flag fly through high school. It kind of became my trademark.
I see a resemblance between you and Moira, but I don't think I would have spotted it if I didn't know you were sisters.
They probably weren't the same then. I think mine was downtown somewhere.
What better place to fly your freak flag than in high school.
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