Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday. You know the scary thing about this Wednesday? This Wednesday marks almost of a week since I’ve moved out of my apartment in Cambridge. I have a place to stay until I find my own apartment, but I’ve come to the realization that I’m in this interesting in between that I’ve never experienced in my life thus far. There are so many moving pieces, so many different things that I have to accomplish to put myself back into a more concrete situation. Like go to an open house at a possible apartment tonight and charm the pants off everyone so that I end up first on their list. Is that even a thing? Do people make lists and think “gee, I’m going to help this person over this person”? I would probably go for the person (or people) who seem the most interested, a first come first serve type deal. That seems like the fair way to do it.
In other news, I officially have no more henna in my hair. I wasn’t blogging back then (this is after all my third post), but back in October 2014 I decided that my blonde hair had bleached itself funny from all the swimming I do and I should dye my hair. I was always thinking of going red once I came to this conclusion, but after wondering around my local CVS I decided I was unfit to pick a dye and needed to look into the projects via research. I love research, none got done however. Later that same day I ended up at a friend’s house and made the offhand comment that I was jealous about how well her hair had taken to the red dye she had used. One thing lead to another and before I knew it I had this gunk in my hair (henna powder, water, lemon and almond oil?) that smelled very earthy crunchy and a shower cap on my head. Did you know you have to sit with henna in your hair for 3 hours? That’s a really long time, but at least it didn’t itch and there was a lot of board games during the waiting period. After it was all over and the henna was washed out my hair was neon orange, it took a week to settle into the beautiful red that I came to love. For about a month and a half, then I cut my hair off (see picture) because I loved Snow from Once Upon a Time’s haircut and decided to stop dying it. The color was awesome, it was the 3 hours of sitting with gunk in my hair and then the two days of not washing and then the week and a half of orange. Henna is awesome guys, if you never ever ever want to change your hair color ever again.
I got it out though! I’m free from the constraints of never being able to dye my hair and it only took about 4 hours with a family friend in her salon. And probably another 4 the night before, but I feel like my own attempt that resulted in light bulb yellow shouldn’t count. I am now rocking lavender-gray hair, and I’m loving every second of it. It makes my yellow eyes pop, but mostly I just feel like it’s me. I am a pixie rocking lavender hair person. New glasses too, trying to figure out how I feel about them. They came in from Glasses USA and were on sale! Literally got them for the price of a new sundress. Why do I feel like I’m going to start a collection?
As for my knitting, I’ve started the sleeve to the sweater I posted the other day. I’d love to finish at least the sleeves this week and get them attached to the body of the sweater, then finish the yoke mid-week next week. The hard part is over? Or at least the 2 intimidating 78 stitch 72 row charts. Mostly I’m ready to cast on something new and make sure the sweater fits the intended. I’m thinking a hat next, probably one that’s a little on the mindless side.
Have you ever done anything risky with your hair? Dyed it any wild colors? This was only my second time dying it, any suggestions on what to do next?