And away we go.
I guess it’s Christmas? I dunno.
Let’s talk about hair, then I got a date with Les Miz.
First of all, the instructions for this are shit. Remarkably, the country’s beauty bloggers appear not to be a group firmly focused on accuracy in instruction-making. I actually do find this kinda weird, since makeup and hairstyles can be ridiculously intricate and one would think being detail-oriented would be a shared trait among the beauty-obsessed. Ah well.
The instructions for this boil down to, and I quote:
Using your girl scout skills, tie hair into a simple knot.
Questions are manifold. Like: what the fuck? Like: why isn’t Girl Scouts capitalized? Like: “A simple knot”? Like, a over-under-through knot? No, not like that. Like, as a commenter pointed out, a square knot. Not having gone to Girl Scouts, I have no fucking clue how to make a square knot, and online instructions provided me with tutorials only possible with string whose two sides are free, which is not exactly the case with hair, half of which would rather remain attached to my head. So I tied it in a knot, then in another knot. And put an elastic in, asked Jacob to take a photo, and went on a walk.
I fully recognize that 1) both of these photos are blurry and 2) you can’t see what the crap the damn knot looks like in either.
The next day I decided to do the ugliest one of them all,
THE BRAIDED BUN
It’s not ugly per se, (it’s #5 here) it has a little Frida Kahlo thing happening and whatnot, it’s just that I’m bunned out from workaday buns and braids did not significantly freshen up matters. I felt very ’90s in this whole shebang.
But who cares, when you can hang out by the ocean all day?
In other news, should I start a blog series for a New Year of everything I buy in a sweatshop all year?
I am debating.
It could be terrible. It could be awesome. Hmm.