in which i stay home and don't even wash my hair
TMI: I suddenly understand why other women pay a stranger $60 to smear their chins with hot wax. The drugstore hot wax kit costs one-twelfth as much, but I - and I flatter myself I have pretty good eye-hand coordination - found it really tricky not to drip wax all down my front, and the drugstore stuff is sickly yellow and smells gross. Like bad imitation beeswax. (It's based on carnauba wax, not beeswax, which is probably for the best because beeswax has too high of a melting point.) I should find out if the Internet will sell me the nice-smelling purple variety.
I must squee AGAIN about my new hair product. Osis "mess up". My usual hair-goo is in my storage unit, and yesterday's hair salon didn't sell it, but I got something else that smells faintly like cologne, and is thick enough to tell my hair who's boss.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Ari who angsts about moving, babbles about art, and does not even admit to owning cosmetics.
I must squee AGAIN about my new hair product. Osis "mess up". My usual hair-goo is in my storage unit, and yesterday's hair salon didn't sell it, but I got something else that smells faintly like cologne, and is thick enough to tell my hair who's boss.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Ari who angsts about moving, babbles about art, and does not even admit to owning cosmetics.