Check out what I did to my hair and the casual almost all-black outfit I wore to fit in with the monsoon vibe.
Believe it or not, but I simply told my hairdresser to do anything to my hair in terms of coloring and she did happily knowing that I was not the kind of cry-after-getting-a-haircut customer and as she layered my hair I felt mentally unburdened seeing them in bunches on the floor. The colors that she chose for me was some kind of brown with a warm undertone and rose pink highlights.
More than coloring my hair, what I enjoyed most was the chitchat when you know the one washing your scalp and conditioning your hair has your best interest at heart which was not to end up looking like a clown at the end of the session. I marveled at how soft my was after she did some hair treatment after the hair colors had developed.
The soft hair predictably lasted for a few days because I have no skills and patience with blowing my hair by myself. So, by third day, I gave the hair a break and use no heat at all. And let it dry using room temperature air, which is always the best because my hair gets voluminous, which is what I currently like. A big giant hair with crazy curls that go everywhere.
Back when I was a young green leaf, I only wore my hair straight and had to get them permanently straightened every time the roots started to rebel. Now, with age, I have come to appreciate the motto: leave-the-darn-hair-in-its-natural-state but of course I comb them, with my hand. I’m not into combing with a comb nowadays because it’s just not needed especially when my hand does it better and my curls get a more defined look, with less fuss.
The pink has now slowly faded to a nice copper with a bit of gold highlights where she did a bit of bleaching. Anyway, let’s just go eyeball the pictures!
Mom took the wheel and brought me to this awesome semi-abandoned walkway that went over stagnant murky green pool of water with wild greenery. I enjoyed the breeze, sounds of birds chirping and the sight of dead wrinkly brown leaves and pieces of fruit on the path.
I wore a black crop top with a black midi pencil skirt and plain beige sandals.
When my second-day hair started to get greasy, I couldn’t wait to give it a good wash which was what I did the next day.
The layers were cut in a way that helped the curls to stand out more. Mom said it’s the Lion look and I’m so all about it.
Before I got to sit like this weirdly on the corner, let me tell you that I told my mom if I somehow fell into the murky stagnant water with creatures inside that she must come and help her beloved daughter. She said no thanks and went snapping away while I placed my trust in Life. I have a phobia of heights so to be doing this was something a kid in me would do before crying for someone to bring me down from wherever I was perched. No one was hurt during this challenge, except for maybe those metal things.
Even if I had fallen, I would only be hugged ever so gently by murky muddy water and transformed into the swamp thing.
Dried brown leaves like this make me want to write poetry.
Just having a moment with this sweet tree.
So, what do you think of my new hair color and the outfit I wore? Share your thoughts freely – I take pleasure in reading them and shall respond!
As always, I’d like to end with a quote. This time by Adyashanti:
Right now you can allow yourself to experience a very simple sense of not knowing - not knowing what or who you are, not knowing what this moment is, not knowing anything. If you give yourself this gift of not knowing and you follow it, a vast spaciousness and mysterious openness dawns within you. Relaxing into not knowing is almost like surrendering into a big, comfortable chair; you just fall into a field of possibility.
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