Oh Que!

I would love rainbow hair, but I couldn't pull it off. :mad: I might do it when I am old though. jezzi looks young, and her hair is more resilient than mine, she can have more fun with colour.

I am kind of blondeish. Mouse. Sometimes I say light tortoiseshell. I have some coppery lights in my hair, ( I had a whole lot of red tone from strawberry through copper to dark red) put through my mouse in winter but I feel like it's time to look like me again. Jezzi saw a picture of me recently and while it damaged her eyesight enough to make her confused about her adjective selection in reply it didn't break her screen, which is a good sign. :eek:, and that picture was from before the colour change, sept or October.

One of my wife's good friends - in her late 40's - has short hair, and is multi-coloured (streaks of red and blue especially, in her brown hair). It suits her.

Seeing lots of total blues and purples, even blonde Chinese girls...lol..with the black roots starting to show.
 
There is one very obvious change people with curly hair can do to look different, and when I straighten my hair, very, very rare, people comment, and comment, and comment on it. I hate my hair straight. It feels, to touch, lovely, but emotionally, it feels wrong, more deceptive than the wig, and a betrayal of self and essence of self.

I straightened my hair once–about thirty years ago. That was enough. I look strange in straight hair. I've coloured it from time to time, but only with temporary colour that eventually washes out. I don't like the thought of upkeep, so permanent colouring is too much commitment. I haven't coloured it at all in many many years, though the thought is tempting on occasion, as I'm not quite used to the spreading grey.
 
I have only the very occasional grey hair ( I have spotted two, so I guess there are few more I cannot spot). But it's hidden in my colour quite well....my mother is not sure what age she greyed at, but I am told she was greying well before my current age, and my father was, I am surprised I missed this so far!

I look strange to me with straight hair. G enjoys the novelty, but would not choose it over the curls. I do not like the implied racial/genetic issue of straight hair being more desirable either: I am not opposed to others making the choice for them, but I am really pro my gene given curly state...I suppose in the way some people feel geographically keen to seek roots somewhere else, the roots of my hair are shaped to make the shaft curl. :D

Our appearence is full of conscious and sub-concsipus cues about our suitibility as mates as it relates to genetic health. This is the reason that people with good facial symmetry for example are considered to be attractive.

Things such as skin tone hair color and eye color are supposed to match within a family of relayed genes. if they don't match it causes a little bit of cognitive dissonance. We need may not consciously identify what is wrong but we know something is not quite right.

No sane, straight man ever suggested a woman color her hair beyond maybe some gray touch-up to hang onto youth. Personally I'm not even a fan of that because it always looks fake to me. When I see a woman with gray hair I usually hink she looks like she's aging gracefully
 
Right now I am wearing a greyhound and two cats. Girl dog and I are meant to be resting. :)

That sounds awfully warm. I like greyhounds, although I've never had one. Occasionally, a dog racing track would go out of business in my state and they'd look for good homes for the dogs.
 
Where the heck ya been, Jezz? I hope you've been out enjoying the real life. :):rose:

The real world has been kicking my ass... I have been putting in some really long days. I had a project at work in which a woman was sick for a long time with apparently no help from family. Finally she had to be moved in with her son and daughter in law. Her two sisters came to clean out and up her house and walked in with the realtor took one look around and left. They called us and asked if we would take care of it for them. Then they asked if while we were cleaning out this TRUE HOARDERS house we would keep an eye out for certain items. My boss and I went over to give an estimate. We both thought the same thing. No way could we bring the crew in and find anything in this house. I spent the next four days going into this house with a mask and rubber gloves from about 5 to 6 am til about 10 at night going through every box, every closet, every basket...part of the time on the clock but a lot on my own time, to find the items this woman wanted. I found every one and a lot of photos and memorabilia. I could only imagine how traumatic it was for this lady to be ripped from her home and all of her beloved belongings, I had to do something to make it a little easier for her.

Thought this thing had died and gone to Thread Heaven...or is it Thread Hell?

Bite your tongue...or my ass! :D

Like a Phoenix...

I saw Jezz on another thread and hoped she'd stop by over here.


Elizabeth!!! How the heck are ya??
 
The real world has been kicking my ass... I have been putting in some really long days. I had a project at work in which a woman was sick for a long time with apparently no help from family. Finally she had to be moved in with her son and daughter in law. Her two sisters came to clean out and up her house and walked in with the realtor took one look around and left. They called us and asked if we would take care of it for them. Then they asked if while we were cleaning out this TRUE HOARDERS house we would keep an eye out for certain items. My boss and I went over to give an estimate. We both thought the same thing. No way could we bring the crew in and find anything in this house. I spent the next four days going into this house with a mask and rubber gloves from about 5 to 6 am til about 10 at night going through every box, every closet, every basket...part of the time on the clock but a lot on my own time, to find the items this woman wanted. I found every one and a lot of photos and memorabilia. I could only imagine how traumatic it was for this lady to be ripped from her home and all of her beloved belongings, I had to do something to make it a little easier for her.



Bite your tongue...or my ass! :D




Elizabeth!!! How the heck are ya??

Geezus...look who's here! I do not bite donkeys; they stink!
 
We went to a Mongolian lamb BBQ the other night, and ate slices of lamb off the bone that sat on a spit on our table. We each had a long handled knife and fork to cut the slices off. It was delicious! I took a small jar of my homemade mango chutney to go with it. But the provided spices were good too!

Anyway we cut off as much as we could eat, and took the bones away in a doggy bag.
Gave them to the dogs, thinking they would be OK. Chicken bones, we know, are too dangerous. Anyway, the Border Collie ended up vomiting a yellow custard looking vomit in several places on the living room floor this morning. Good thing we have tiles and not carpet.

She is fine now.
 
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