Wednesday, 2 May 2012

The humpback disguise

Say you’re in the middle of doing a heavy oiling because today is a day where you’re going nowhere. Suddenly you realise you’re out of something that you need.

What do you do? 
Your hair is in a Nodosaurus (Ankylosaurus without the club)
Do you undo your heavy oiling so you can pass for normal out in public or do you try to disguise the weird lump down your back?

Allow me to introduce the humpback disguise!

The Nodosaurus in action: Hair marinating in 2/3 olive oil and 1/3 argan. The braid has been hooked up into itself before being bagged and bandaged.
(Glasses= Igor did not plan to leave the house today)

Now find a nice, tight shirt and slip it over to compress the stump to your back.

Next slip your baggiest sweater over (Stealing one from your guy might be a good idea). Go for a hoodie if the bag and/or bandage are going up high.

And ta-dah, no one will be the wiser!

Monday, 30 April 2012

Creepy hair comment

I just remembered this story and posted it in the Hair comments in the real world-thread on UTT and figured I would share it here too. This encounter is some years old but its still weird, funny and kind of creepy.
I struck up a conversation with a woman in my workplace and she started asking questions about my hair: How long it is, how I wash it etc etc. 
After a few questions and answers she then asked if it was ever loose.I replied that no, it wasn’t but that wasn’t because of the length but my total lack of natural parting.She then stated “So its pretty much only ever down when you wash it? 
I nodded, yes.She got a funny look on her face. “So it’s only your boyfriend who ever sees it down.” She said. 
She then winked, grinned at me and walked away. It took me a few minutes to figure out she must have thought it was some sort of sexual and/or possibly religious thing between my boyfriend and I. 
By then I really wanted to chase her down and explain it to her but I guess that would go under "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."  
I still shiver at the memory, but I guess it says more about how her twisted mind works than what kind of relationship I had with my then boyfriend and my hair!

I guess it’s a good thing I seem to radiate Fark Off or I would probably have more weird and creepy stories like this to tell!