Mad as a March hare
Hello, sweetlings. It is finally March, which means that February is over, hurrah, and even though it isn't precisely springlike in my general environs yet, there is at least the feeling that spring is coming. Eventually. Also, lots of nice stuff going on this month. For example, the Liberal Arts College's 30th Anniversary Reunion weekend, to which I am going. (Better figure out what I'll wear to the dinner-dance.) Also, Tokyo Police Club's Montreal show. Squee!
Tonight I'm planning to bake cookies of such awesomeness as knows no bounds. Last weekend I went to the fabulous Bulk Barn and was unable to resist buying myself three teensy precious bento-sized cookie cutters (a gingerbread man, a gingerbread lady, and a strawberry). And THEN I caught sight of an awesome (not bento-sized, alas) skull-and-crossbones shaped cookie cutter! So tonight I am making shortbread cookies fit for the scurviest dogs to ever sail the high seas.
So I went to get a trim on Tuesday, and although my hairdresser was not completely grossed out by my no 'pooing ways, she suggested that I wash my hair every three days (instead of every four) because she recommends that all her clients, unless their shampoo is very drying, shampoo every three days and because (she said) the oil would build up on my head and pollution would stick to it and stuff. However the whole point of this exercise is to make my scalp cut down its oil production by not stripping the oils off it all the time (I am cautiously optimistic that this is working; certainly since upping my shikakai a bit and switching to lemon juice rinses my hair has been super soft and way less greasy than previously) so that eventually it will only produce just enough oil for healthy, shiny hair and no extra. The one thing that my hairdresser said that made me question my decision was that she uses crazy expensive scissors made by Japanese swordsmiths or something and that the scissors are so light and the balance is so delicate that the hair must be completely clean before cutting or else it can actually bend the scissors and screw up the balance. (Although she did say that I could wash my hair the day before or even bring my own shampoo for her to use on me.) Now the problem is that my hair is never completely "clean", at least not by shampoo standards, and even right after a wash it still is definitely coated with a bit of oil. Which made me consider buying a natural shampoo to use right before my haircuts only or something. I was having some serious doubts for a little while (compounded by the fact that I hadn't had supper yet and was probably on the low blood sugar emotional roller-coaster) but eating supper and cornstarching my hair made me feel much better (and made my hair look fantastic. Seriously, I cannot emphasize enough how magical cornstarch is). I was also helped a lot by my mum, who basically said that she thought I ought to stick to my guns and keep up the no poo. She also agreed that even shampooing once every six weeks or two months might throw away all the hard work I've put in re: reducing my scalp's oil production. So I had a great idea: instead of using natural shampoo before hair cuts, why not bring my own (less delicate but still sharp) scissors for her to use on my hair? As fantastic as her Japanese swordsmith scissors doubtless are, I think that my hair would probably come out just as nice when cut with regular hair cutting scissors from Jean Coutu. And the only thing that really gave me pause was the thought of my guilt at ruining her $400 scissors. So with this solution, everybody's happy: I don't have to shampoo and her scissors don't get ruined. What do you guys think?
So my dad was supposed to go to Calgary today for a job. He couldn't go, though, owing to the fact what he's sick as a dog. What really annoys the crap out of me, though, is that in spite of the fact I suggested to him, on Thursday evening, that he not have any dairy until his stomach quits doing unpleasant things, on Friday my mum told me that he went to Tim Horton's in the morning for a breakfast sandwich (featuring not only cheese but also egg and ham! Why not just punch yourself in the stomach, it's cheaper) and was then suprised that he spent the rest of the day with terrible stomach pain and running to the bathroom all the time. Plus he asked the pharmacist if there was anything he could do for his stomach and imagine what she said. It was something like "Cut out the dairy." Argh. If he'd listened to me the first time... Oh well, if he wants to put himself through this I guess that's his prerogative.
Anyway, the weekend's nearly here (about two hours away now ^.^ ) and I get to sleep in tomorrow because it's spring break at the Japanese school. Yay! Don't get me wrong, I love my Japanese class, but sometimes a break (not to mention the opportunity to sleep late) is extremely welcome.
Tonight I'm planning to bake cookies of such awesomeness as knows no bounds. Last weekend I went to the fabulous Bulk Barn and was unable to resist buying myself three teensy precious bento-sized cookie cutters (a gingerbread man, a gingerbread lady, and a strawberry). And THEN I caught sight of an awesome (not bento-sized, alas) skull-and-crossbones shaped cookie cutter! So tonight I am making shortbread cookies fit for the scurviest dogs to ever sail the high seas.
So I went to get a trim on Tuesday, and although my hairdresser was not completely grossed out by my no 'pooing ways, she suggested that I wash my hair every three days (instead of every four) because she recommends that all her clients, unless their shampoo is very drying, shampoo every three days and because (she said) the oil would build up on my head and pollution would stick to it and stuff. However the whole point of this exercise is to make my scalp cut down its oil production by not stripping the oils off it all the time (I am cautiously optimistic that this is working; certainly since upping my shikakai a bit and switching to lemon juice rinses my hair has been super soft and way less greasy than previously) so that eventually it will only produce just enough oil for healthy, shiny hair and no extra. The one thing that my hairdresser said that made me question my decision was that she uses crazy expensive scissors made by Japanese swordsmiths or something and that the scissors are so light and the balance is so delicate that the hair must be completely clean before cutting or else it can actually bend the scissors and screw up the balance. (Although she did say that I could wash my hair the day before or even bring my own shampoo for her to use on me.) Now the problem is that my hair is never completely "clean", at least not by shampoo standards, and even right after a wash it still is definitely coated with a bit of oil. Which made me consider buying a natural shampoo to use right before my haircuts only or something. I was having some serious doubts for a little while (compounded by the fact that I hadn't had supper yet and was probably on the low blood sugar emotional roller-coaster) but eating supper and cornstarching my hair made me feel much better (and made my hair look fantastic. Seriously, I cannot emphasize enough how magical cornstarch is). I was also helped a lot by my mum, who basically said that she thought I ought to stick to my guns and keep up the no poo. She also agreed that even shampooing once every six weeks or two months might throw away all the hard work I've put in re: reducing my scalp's oil production. So I had a great idea: instead of using natural shampoo before hair cuts, why not bring my own (less delicate but still sharp) scissors for her to use on my hair? As fantastic as her Japanese swordsmith scissors doubtless are, I think that my hair would probably come out just as nice when cut with regular hair cutting scissors from Jean Coutu. And the only thing that really gave me pause was the thought of my guilt at ruining her $400 scissors. So with this solution, everybody's happy: I don't have to shampoo and her scissors don't get ruined. What do you guys think?
So my dad was supposed to go to Calgary today for a job. He couldn't go, though, owing to the fact what he's sick as a dog. What really annoys the crap out of me, though, is that in spite of the fact I suggested to him, on Thursday evening, that he not have any dairy until his stomach quits doing unpleasant things, on Friday my mum told me that he went to Tim Horton's in the morning for a breakfast sandwich (featuring not only cheese but also egg and ham! Why not just punch yourself in the stomach, it's cheaper) and was then suprised that he spent the rest of the day with terrible stomach pain and running to the bathroom all the time. Plus he asked the pharmacist if there was anything he could do for his stomach and imagine what she said. It was something like "Cut out the dairy." Argh. If he'd listened to me the first time... Oh well, if he wants to put himself through this I guess that's his prerogative.
Anyway, the weekend's nearly here (about two hours away now ^.^ ) and I get to sleep in tomorrow because it's spring break at the Japanese school. Yay! Don't get me wrong, I love my Japanese class, but sometimes a break (not to mention the opportunity to sleep late) is extremely welcome.