Last time I went to the hair dresser my boobs got groped and I was called baby alot. Hot fiance is not a hairdresser btw.
I’ve been vaguely avoiding going but my vanity is not such that my hair won’t annoy me when the color doesn’t match.
So, today I decided to deal with my hair in the privacy of my own bathroom clad in sweatpants and sports bra. First, I took to cutting the ends of my hair because they haven’t been dealt with since like October. In case you haven’t tried it, cutting your hair can be quite cathartic. Armed with my basting brush, which I will not be using for basting ever, a toothbrush, a comb, and memories of dying my mother’s hair at 15 – I started dying away. Quite the acrobatic experience, I must say.
It hasn’t dried yet, so it’s possible I will reopen the possibility of the handsy Turk, but maybe it looks ok. Plus in two months I go to America and I can pay someone not to give me a sexual massage and fix my hair.
Update: it doesn’t look bad at all
Also, cocoa butter does magical things like take makeup off and get rid of dye stains.
Given the title of this post, I feel compelled to list the things I have done in my mission to avoid others:
1. Figured out how to plan a wedding with the least amount of human contact possible. Email is great.
2. Watched makeup tutorials for months in order to do my own without looking cray
3. Sat on a fence stuck in a chain link by my underwear and refused help because I was embarrassed and wanted to be left alone.
4. Cured myself of rando skin problems overseas.
5. Repaired furniture that was damaged by a dog. To no end, but not bad as learning experiences go.
6. How to put together furniture I shipped from Amazon and ikea alone and the trusty help of YouTube.
7. How to invest money (with advice from my mom but I dont think she counts).