Showing posts with label haircuts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haircuts. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2011

It's Cut Your Own Hair Day!

It doesn't take guts, just the determination to get past the first steps.

There's the "Stop staring at the mirror and pick up the scissors" phase. Now that I've done it a couple of time I spend a very short moment there, compared to the agonizing first time.

Then comes the "Maybe I should've planned this before I started" phase. Unless you're an organized, sensible person, and not like me who, in the case of haircutting, is all enthusiasm and no thought.

Closely after this comes the "Oh but this works, this is kinda fun and easy" phase. This is the point you want to get to. If you chicken out before this, then you didn't give it a proper chance. This is also where your grand plans completely take over your head and you start cutting like Edward Scissorhands, and your sensible self clasps its hands and pray to preferred divinity that the result will be something you want.

The funny thing is that after this point, you kinda stop looking at yourself and what you're doing until you're done. When you think you're done, you reach the "Hey this is alright... oh my god what have I done I'm ugly forever"-phase. Depending on how dramatic your haircut is, this phase's graveness varies, and don't worry it's just a reaction to the change. I cut seldom but a lot, so I tend to have a big inner psychotic break over what I think is the disaster of a lifetime, before I pull myself together into the "I can fix this" phase.

In this phase you poke things, cut maybe a hair here or there, and take the time you spend on silly pointless minor adjustments to get used to your new look. It works as a transition into the best phase of all, the "Oh hey, I'm fucking hawt... dude I'm so awesome"-phase. For some reason, between the panic phase and this phase, although you haven't really changed anything, suddenly it's your vision come to life that's staring at you from the mirror. Now enjoy this phase. For a little, precious while you're the catwalk queen, the rock star, the southern prince or oriental princess.

Then you realize that it's just hair, and you look just like usual, with shorter hair. Congratulations. You're done.

If anyone's a bit more serious, here's a couple of tips that work for me:
  1. Think of it like a sculpture. The shapes and lines you want. And remember there's some limitations like where your hair likes to part of itself, respect those. Hair has a tendency to fall in the same places, so if you want a v shape, just cut a v shape.
  2. If you want something done in the back that requires any form of precision, don't do it. Ask a brave friend or pay up.
  3. Don't cut your hair while it's wet. I don't know if cutting it wet might be better for the hair or something, but I leave the whole "let's guess what happens when it dries" up to professionals. I actually like to fix the hair up before I cut it, because then I see exactly how it'll be.
  4. Remember that it's easier to cut a little at a time, than try to paste it back on! :) Let it take some time. 
  5. Don't be a nitpick. Hair consists of a myriad of straws, it's not a piece of wood you can carve. It'll move, it'll grow. You can definitively make it look good, and shape it as you want, but chill. If you wanted perfectionism you should've gone to hairdresser school. Or opened that fat wallet.
  6. Give it a week. For some reason, it takes a few days for the hair to settle (or maybe it's your head that needs to settle) and you'll fine some straws here and there that you missed, and even if you were initially disappointed you might look at it a different way.
Alright buds, cya out there! How did my hair turn out? Well... it's shorter than it's ever been ;) and I'm SO HOT! AND SO AWESOME! Okay so maybe I haven't finished the last phase yet...

Friday, September 19, 2008

Talking just to hear my voice

I've colored my hair, finally! Not even close to as radically as I meant from the beginning, because hairdressers are cowards, but it's something, and I like it. I've also spent a ridiculous amount of time on learning how to get stuff from my PC to my PSP, it's simple enough, I just made it stupidly complicated by not reading the instructions, which I otherwise always yell at people to do. I sternly believe in instructions. Who was it that worked with writing instruction books for electronics? I have a vague memory of that someone I know did... ?

Honestly I don't have anything to say today. I just wanted to update the blog anyway. So...

Things I would talk to you about if you were here:
Financial crisis.
Front page designs.
One-tracked cultures.
Professional dancers.
Short term memory.
Sleep schedule.
Travel conference.
Ireland.
Battery time.
Automated costumer service.

Things I wouldn't talk to you about if you were here:
Things lost.
Travel plans.
Obsessions.
Cherished distance.
Getting lost in the beat.
Charisma.
Bodily frailty.
Passions of the future.

I haden't written a word for three weeks. Two nights ago I wrote two and a half pages by hand, around three at night, then I couldn't keep my eyes open. The urge struck. I've had that itch since then, but I don't sit down and write. Why?

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Shopping Report

Regarding presents: I think I'm too picky, or maybe my complete inability to make decisions comes off as pickiness. I see lots of things, but they're not *quite* good enough as presents. And I really suck at seeing anything to start with, so four hours in Karlstad ended with me buying one single present. (Though I figured out two others that I'll have to order.) On the other hand I bought two shirts for myself (because I'm way better at picking out things for myself, even if I still wander around the shop for twenty minutes before I can make the decision to actually buy something) and got my hair cut. And, lol, when I came back and put on the new shirt, Alexander went "What the hell are you doing, now I might have to flirt with you!" I was a good girl, refrained from saying "What was wrong with how I looked before?" and just smiled the way Asian girls smile when they're concealing their psycopathic tendencies. So I'm actually trying hard to learn to take compliments and to think I do deserve them. That sounds horrible so I have to add; I was also happy that he said that.

People call me by my name a lot more often here than they do anywhere else. (Well, "people" may be an exageration, it's Alex and Anna who stand for the show, like always.) I think I might actually be starting to get used to hearing it (though I still think it's horribly long, stand-offish and complicated and rather unpretty as written out). The.... *brainfreeze*... coiffeuse thought it was a pretty name, but she misspelled it.

As for how I look in my new hair and clothes, I'll quote another comment heard today (though they talked so much I don't remember who said it): Yay, go for the Asian style! ^^

I also tried to buy foundation. But the shopclerk who was supposed to give me advice looked down her nose at me, gave me some test products and sent me home. Weird that they don't want my money, but okay, I'll test it and come back and buy more later. o_O This was before I got my haircut, though, and I'd run around on town for three hours, so she probably thought I looked too ugly to be allowed to wear her snotty make-up. ;P