My natural hair colour resembles that of a field mouse. Please don´t get me wrong, I think it is fine to look like a field mouse, really. Field mice are nice little creatures, and to prove my point let me tell you that I even had one once. His name was Håkan Laamanen and I brought him home in a shoe box without my parents´permission. During his first night Håkan ate his way out of the box and escaped, but fortunately I found him again and he agreed to stay. He lived a happy life and died at the age of two.
Anyway, my point is that unlike little Håkan, I feel no need to blend in with the rest of my surroundings, and so I thought getting highlights in my hair would be a good idea. Last week was extremely "lowlight" as I was alone trying to combine caring fo a sick child with work and study, and I thought getting these highlights would be the highlight of my week. But putting chemicals on mouse fur did not turn out very well this time (either) and so I look exactly as I did yesterday and the day before. The hairdresser told me she was indeed quite puzzled and said that the reason I could not see any change was her faulty mirror. Maybe she will use my dollars to buy herself a new one?
When I am not packing it, I am unpacking it.
About Me
- Hanna
- Boston, MA, United States
- A child of the Father wandering this Earth and wondering how wonderful it is to be one.
2 comments:
Hihii... sa oot hyva kirjoittaja! Ja kauniskin viela. Ihan hyvat ne hiukset oli viimeksi ainakin eli ei varmaan niin suuria haittavaikutuksia talla tarinalla. Paitsi aivan turhaa rahanmenoa tietenkin... Mitahan me keksittaisiin mun paan menoksi, kun kiharat alkaa olla jo sita luokkaa, ettei ne ole kiharia enaa ollenkaan.
Eiköhän ne siitä taas kihariksi muutu, kun Lontoon sateessa vähän aikaa seisot. Hyvää matkaa (toivottavasti ei sada)!
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