the day's journeys
The only shopping bag I left the mall with was the one containing my hair... I have high standards for how thoughtful and unique the gifts I give are, so I'm going to try a little harder to look for or make some nice stuff in California, then if I have to fall back on generic mall-gifts I can buy those back in Newington.
There's a store in the mall that sells stuff with the logos for Sacramento sports teams. It's called "Sac Fever." Does that sound wrong to anyone else? Does Sac Fever cause sterility?
A guy with a funny accent accosted me and tried to sell me $20 (discounted from $35!) worth of instant fake snow. I don't want it unless he can make it drift silently to the earth, glowing in the moonlight. Woot, with any luck I'll have real snow for Christmas.
So the haircut. I walked in there and the girl asked "Are you here for donations?" which makes sense considering I had hair down to the bottom of my butt, heh. We got going pretty quickly and I told her 10-11". She tied it off with an elastic and asked me if that spot was okay, and I had her move it down a bit. Then she cut it off and I looked in the mirror and realized it was a bit shorter than I had wanted, but immediately decided that because I couldn't ask her to put it back, I would be happy with it. She did a nice job trimming it up and was really gentle combing it. When I got home I did measure what she'd cut off (I'll be mailing it in myself) and it's more like 13-14". (Am I the only one who carefully thinks about and measures how much hair they want cut off? Hairdressers should have rulers handy.) It's comfortable in a ponytail now, which is great. Looks great, feels great, I can wear it down, I have made a nice gift for someone, and by the end of the school year I'll have that accidental 3" back anyway.
These photos aren't quite to scale, but I have about half as much hair now as I did when I got up this morning.
In conclusion, :). I'm so glad I didn't freak out. Hair shouldn't be such a big part of my identity anyway.
After that I had a heck of a time finding Tandy Leather and had to call Dad to get the exact street address. Once I got there the people were really nice, and I got myself the whole back of a cow, some turquoise suede lace (not the best for camouflage if I want to do that, but I just can't resist turquiose), and a needle for about $36. Woot.
More photos here, including my scarf, Thanksgiving, etc.
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There's a store in the mall that sells stuff with the logos for Sacramento sports teams. It's called "Sac Fever." Does that sound wrong to anyone else? Does Sac Fever cause sterility?
A guy with a funny accent accosted me and tried to sell me $20 (discounted from $35!) worth of instant fake snow. I don't want it unless he can make it drift silently to the earth, glowing in the moonlight. Woot, with any luck I'll have real snow for Christmas.
So the haircut. I walked in there and the girl asked "Are you here for donations?" which makes sense considering I had hair down to the bottom of my butt, heh. We got going pretty quickly and I told her 10-11". She tied it off with an elastic and asked me if that spot was okay, and I had her move it down a bit. Then she cut it off and I looked in the mirror and realized it was a bit shorter than I had wanted, but immediately decided that because I couldn't ask her to put it back, I would be happy with it. She did a nice job trimming it up and was really gentle combing it. When I got home I did measure what she'd cut off (I'll be mailing it in myself) and it's more like 13-14". (Am I the only one who carefully thinks about and measures how much hair they want cut off? Hairdressers should have rulers handy.) It's comfortable in a ponytail now, which is great. Looks great, feels great, I can wear it down, I have made a nice gift for someone, and by the end of the school year I'll have that accidental 3" back anyway.
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These photos aren't quite to scale, but I have about half as much hair now as I did when I got up this morning.
In conclusion, :). I'm so glad I didn't freak out. Hair shouldn't be such a big part of my identity anyway.
After that I had a heck of a time finding Tandy Leather and had to call Dad to get the exact street address. Once I got there the people were really nice, and I got myself the whole back of a cow, some turquoise suede lace (not the best for camouflage if I want to do that, but I just can't resist turquiose), and a needle for about $36. Woot.
More photos here, including my scarf, Thanksgiving, etc.
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