inane preening
The icon is in honor of spending my day in various stages of things it is mildly embarrasing to be caught doing, starting with wearing the sari I bought as a curtain valance (I have decided I like saris); continuing with dancing on the sidewalk to my iPod and picking up a child's crimson necktie from the roadside, and tucking it into a passing mailbox like a flag six blocks later; and ending either with putting my hair into seven buns (though it looks neat) at midnight or being a wishy-washy idiot about which drive-through to go to while in motion in a VERY SMALL TOWN.
I tell you, if I owned underwear like in that icon, I would probably wander around my house wearing it like that. I would probably do it repeatedly, and pretend that I am the robot maid on The Jetsons.
Is it normal to spend this much time thinking about how to wear my hair for an event, or do I need to get out more? Not a lot in a single stretch, but repetitively in small increments. Kind of like how it is rumored that men think about sex every seven seconds.
I keep trying hairstyles for my cousin's wedding (right now I have it in seven little buns in a circle, and I kind of like it, though it needs more fine tuning). It is not my wedding, I am not in the bridal party, and while my cousin and I do get along very well, we're not close enough for my hair to matter to her one way or another. I could dye it badly or shave it off, and aside from going "er," when it came time for pictures, she would not care.
Though more rational parts of myself are pointing out that while yes, I probably do need more to do that is constructive (to be quite accurate, I need to DO more that is constructive, as I have plenty that I have not been doing, without having to look for more), this mild recurring obsession with my hair probably has more to do with the unfortunate combination of 1. new haircut, and 2. a dress that brings all the boys to the yard, they're like, it's better than yours. It is not this dress. It is very similar- instead of being black/white floral satin on white sheer, it is 1cm stripes of brown (chocolate, espresso, whatever it's called this season) and aqua/teal abstract print alternated with stripes of fine brown net. The stripes are 1cm all the way down their length, but the net changes width to create the shaping of the dress (in at the waist, flare of the skirt, etc). Because this is not that kind of wedding (or that kind of designer) that part of the dress is over a solid brown fabric, and it has a built in bra. Note the title says strapless, and there are straps in the picture. Oh, Cache, you are so silly... the straps exist, just like in the picture.
I am a sucker for evening gowns, and I am a sucker for tea-length skirts and dresses, which somehow manage to make me feel pretty and grown-up at the same time. Shorter and longer lengths are still able to be pretty, fun, sexy, etc.- but they alter my perception of my own age. I simply am.
Anyway, as the dress is a tea-length evening dress, in two of my favorite colors (blue and brown), one of my utter favorites to wear (brown), and wears like the designer was in love with me.... yeah. ^________^
BTW, it was a birthday present, bought during the trip to Seattle on a whim. Well, kind of a whim. My parents and I walked past the store window in the Westlake Center mall, and I did the "ooh, I like that dress," and my mother did the "let's go in and try it on" thing. (If you are a female or if you live with one, you are probably familiar with one or both of these rituals.) You would know this, if I had written the birthday-blog yet. Alas, I haven't, so the birthday dress is news.
And because Char asked for photos and I am teh lazee... I have found out that instead of looking like fried chicken when my hair is overdue for a wash, it actually looks fantastic: the top half curves in like a round bob, and shows off the shaping, and the bottom half flips out like it's a newsgirl going to make it after all. This leads me to believe that my gel and/or frizz control stuff should probably be a)heavier, and b)applied more often.
...The color growout should probably be fixed. Either through sheer luck or my own foresight and intelligence (which often works for the situation at hand through sheer luck), the reddish brown color I dyed it last to cover up the growout that annoyed me does not look bad with four inches of dark brown growout. I have a box of henna-and-black-walnut hair dye, and am of two minds as to whether or not I should apply it. Perhaps actually completing the test swatch from comb-scavenged hair (like the directions REPEATEDLY suggest) would help me decide.
Also I have been toying with the idea of piercing my ears again (second-lobe, or less often, cartilige), and worked my way up to seriously considering it until I remembered that new-piercing earrings do not look all that great, and I am going to a wedding in two weeks.
Behold, my vanity (though in this case, it is practicality, because it is a family wedding and showing up with fresh new piercings at a family wedding NEVER GOES WELL): the fact that I do not wear earrings every day, or even most days, does not stop me from getting more holes in my head. (After all, after they heal, I can do what I want.) It is the fact that attending a wedding with only-seconds in (or seconds that do not match the first-earrings) would look weird.
Stating the obvious: I am such a girl. XD
I tell you, if I owned underwear like in that icon, I would probably wander around my house wearing it like that. I would probably do it repeatedly, and pretend that I am the robot maid on The Jetsons.
Is it normal to spend this much time thinking about how to wear my hair for an event, or do I need to get out more? Not a lot in a single stretch, but repetitively in small increments. Kind of like how it is rumored that men think about sex every seven seconds.
I keep trying hairstyles for my cousin's wedding (right now I have it in seven little buns in a circle, and I kind of like it, though it needs more fine tuning). It is not my wedding, I am not in the bridal party, and while my cousin and I do get along very well, we're not close enough for my hair to matter to her one way or another. I could dye it badly or shave it off, and aside from going "er," when it came time for pictures, she would not care.
Though more rational parts of myself are pointing out that while yes, I probably do need more to do that is constructive (to be quite accurate, I need to DO more that is constructive, as I have plenty that I have not been doing, without having to look for more), this mild recurring obsession with my hair probably has more to do with the unfortunate combination of 1. new haircut, and 2. a dress that brings all the boys to the yard, they're like, it's better than yours. It is not this dress. It is very similar- instead of being black/white floral satin on white sheer, it is 1cm stripes of brown (chocolate, espresso, whatever it's called this season) and aqua/teal abstract print alternated with stripes of fine brown net. The stripes are 1cm all the way down their length, but the net changes width to create the shaping of the dress (in at the waist, flare of the skirt, etc). Because this is not that kind of wedding (or that kind of designer) that part of the dress is over a solid brown fabric, and it has a built in bra. Note the title says strapless, and there are straps in the picture. Oh, Cache, you are so silly... the straps exist, just like in the picture.
I am a sucker for evening gowns, and I am a sucker for tea-length skirts and dresses, which somehow manage to make me feel pretty and grown-up at the same time. Shorter and longer lengths are still able to be pretty, fun, sexy, etc.- but they alter my perception of my own age. I simply am.
Anyway, as the dress is a tea-length evening dress, in two of my favorite colors (blue and brown), one of my utter favorites to wear (brown), and wears like the designer was in love with me.... yeah. ^________^
BTW, it was a birthday present, bought during the trip to Seattle on a whim. Well, kind of a whim. My parents and I walked past the store window in the Westlake Center mall, and I did the "ooh, I like that dress," and my mother did the "let's go in and try it on" thing. (If you are a female or if you live with one, you are probably familiar with one or both of these rituals.) You would know this, if I had written the birthday-blog yet. Alas, I haven't, so the birthday dress is news.
And because Char asked for photos and I am teh lazee... I have found out that instead of looking like fried chicken when my hair is overdue for a wash, it actually looks fantastic: the top half curves in like a round bob, and shows off the shaping, and the bottom half flips out like it's a newsgirl going to make it after all. This leads me to believe that my gel and/or frizz control stuff should probably be a)heavier, and b)applied more often.
...The color growout should probably be fixed. Either through sheer luck or my own foresight and intelligence (which often works for the situation at hand through sheer luck), the reddish brown color I dyed it last to cover up the growout that annoyed me does not look bad with four inches of dark brown growout. I have a box of henna-and-black-walnut hair dye, and am of two minds as to whether or not I should apply it. Perhaps actually completing the test swatch from comb-scavenged hair (like the directions REPEATEDLY suggest) would help me decide.
Also I have been toying with the idea of piercing my ears again (second-lobe, or less often, cartilige), and worked my way up to seriously considering it until I remembered that new-piercing earrings do not look all that great, and I am going to a wedding in two weeks.
Behold, my vanity (though in this case, it is practicality, because it is a family wedding and showing up with fresh new piercings at a family wedding NEVER GOES WELL): the fact that I do not wear earrings every day, or even most days, does not stop me from getting more holes in my head. (After all, after they heal, I can do what I want.) It is the fact that attending a wedding with only-seconds in (or seconds that do not match the first-earrings) would look weird.
Stating the obvious: I am such a girl. XD