Never answer the door while dying your hair!
Oh deary, deary me!
Started to dye my hair, it's all piled on top of my head in a very messy bun/thing and i'm waiting for the colour (deep rich brown) to develop. I go upstairs and my first mistake is to look in the mirror:
Here I notice all around my ears, neck, and head I look like i've partaken in a mud wrestling match- no really, the colour was that of dried caked on mud! mmmm nice. So I sigh and get out the cotton wool and makeup remover and apply...only to discover the make up remover is not enough, the stain won't disappear...frantically I tried cleanse and tone stuff, which had no effect whatsoever, in absolute dispair of having to turn up at a party tonight looking like the beast from the swamp I reached for nail polish remover...it smells potent enough, and will probably strip my skin, but who cares? The skin stripping was quite well predicted, and should you ever decide to use this method, a word of warning: don't put it near your eyes. So now I look like I've been crying for hours with my eyes smarting and I smell of nail polish remover, but the stain HAS gone...I must remember to put vaseline round my hairline / anywhere else the dye may go next time to avoid this! I think this everytime, I've only ever remembered once!
Secondly I sit down, thinking I have 1/2 an hour and I feel like prettying up my feet (???don't ask!) so I buff the nails, cut them and shape the cuticles and start to apply nail polish. It was then the doorbell rang. Now, don't laugh, but when I dye my hair I usually do so wearing as little as possible to avoid staining which inevitably occurs when I wear clothes- today this meant 'nothing', I scuttled from the bathroom to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me. Shit, I'm the only one in who can hear the doorbell so I have to answer. I grabbed my towel, flinging it around me, and try to hobble (nail varnish has not dried yet) downstairs, I suddenly realise what I look like and know I cannot open the door like this, but think I'll knock on Tariq's door and get him to open it....too late, Tariq is already opening the door, as I, in my hair dye/towel wrapped monster state open the living room door to the hall, and see a girl glancing over Tariq's shoulder at the bizarre state I'm in. Worse still, I'm so horrified but transfixed, I don't even retreat! Tariq closes the door and looks at me with a mix of suprise and horror on his face, as I attempt to explain.
Hobbling back upstairs, annoyingly I can see after all that, in my rush to open the door, my nail polish smudged...guess the nail polish remover will be doing its normal job later.
So I'm sat here, in a towel about to go and wash out the dye...wish me luck!
x
Started to dye my hair, it's all piled on top of my head in a very messy bun/thing and i'm waiting for the colour (deep rich brown) to develop. I go upstairs and my first mistake is to look in the mirror:
Here I notice all around my ears, neck, and head I look like i've partaken in a mud wrestling match- no really, the colour was that of dried caked on mud! mmmm nice. So I sigh and get out the cotton wool and makeup remover and apply...only to discover the make up remover is not enough, the stain won't disappear...frantically I tried cleanse and tone stuff, which had no effect whatsoever, in absolute dispair of having to turn up at a party tonight looking like the beast from the swamp I reached for nail polish remover...it smells potent enough, and will probably strip my skin, but who cares? The skin stripping was quite well predicted, and should you ever decide to use this method, a word of warning: don't put it near your eyes. So now I look like I've been crying for hours with my eyes smarting and I smell of nail polish remover, but the stain HAS gone...I must remember to put vaseline round my hairline / anywhere else the dye may go next time to avoid this! I think this everytime, I've only ever remembered once!
Secondly I sit down, thinking I have 1/2 an hour and I feel like prettying up my feet (???don't ask!) so I buff the nails, cut them and shape the cuticles and start to apply nail polish. It was then the doorbell rang. Now, don't laugh, but when I dye my hair I usually do so wearing as little as possible to avoid staining which inevitably occurs when I wear clothes- today this meant 'nothing', I scuttled from the bathroom to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me. Shit, I'm the only one in who can hear the doorbell so I have to answer. I grabbed my towel, flinging it around me, and try to hobble (nail varnish has not dried yet) downstairs, I suddenly realise what I look like and know I cannot open the door like this, but think I'll knock on Tariq's door and get him to open it....too late, Tariq is already opening the door, as I, in my hair dye/towel wrapped monster state open the living room door to the hall, and see a girl glancing over Tariq's shoulder at the bizarre state I'm in. Worse still, I'm so horrified but transfixed, I don't even retreat! Tariq closes the door and looks at me with a mix of suprise and horror on his face, as I attempt to explain.
Hobbling back upstairs, annoyingly I can see after all that, in my rush to open the door, my nail polish smudged...guess the nail polish remover will be doing its normal job later.
So I'm sat here, in a towel about to go and wash out the dye...wish me luck!
x
posted by Culinali at 6:17 pm
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