Smurfs and shears
I managed to knock over my bottle of conditioner while wiping down my shower--or, rather, it fell out of my hand, since I'd grabbed it so I could wipe off all the tiles, not just the ones around the bottles. The bottle opened and I thought nothing of it until I went to towel myself off. Even with my glasses off, I could see that my big toe was blue. Ew. At least it was just covered in conditioner, so a quick rinse and I was fine again, though briefly I wondered if I was part Smurf.
Also today, I finally tired of my hair. I've been meaning to cut it since, oh, the fall. I can't even recall how long ago I last cut it. I do know that I left it long for my cousin's wedding, so that I'd have plenty of hair to play with, but still never got around to cutting it since then. It got partway down my back, but as per usual it looked pretty gross. I hate that my hair splits and breaks so easily. My split ends get split ends. I've been seriously thinking about it for the past week or so, and since it's easier to go to camp with manageable hair, I finally broke out the scissors today. I definitely lost a few inches, but it's still long enough that it's past my shoulders. Initial thoughts going back to last month made me think I should cut it shorter, like maybe chin-length again, but this is fine. Besides, that chin-length cut from a decade ago wasn't exactly planned. It was what happened when I held up a chunk of hair, cut off all the bad part of it, then went, oh God, what have I done? I'm a little more discriminating now.
Also today, I finally tired of my hair. I've been meaning to cut it since, oh, the fall. I can't even recall how long ago I last cut it. I do know that I left it long for my cousin's wedding, so that I'd have plenty of hair to play with, but still never got around to cutting it since then. It got partway down my back, but as per usual it looked pretty gross. I hate that my hair splits and breaks so easily. My split ends get split ends. I've been seriously thinking about it for the past week or so, and since it's easier to go to camp with manageable hair, I finally broke out the scissors today. I definitely lost a few inches, but it's still long enough that it's past my shoulders. Initial thoughts going back to last month made me think I should cut it shorter, like maybe chin-length again, but this is fine. Besides, that chin-length cut from a decade ago wasn't exactly planned. It was what happened when I held up a chunk of hair, cut off all the bad part of it, then went, oh God, what have I done? I'm a little more discriminating now.