Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Touch ups...

(*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡ 

Have I said how much I love this color? I'm madly in love.  Since I have gone condition-only my hair has been doing fantastic. The color has not faded and in the last two months I've only had to do a quick refresh with MP's vampire red mixed with my conditioner *once*. 

excuse the lack of make up

The roots are a little dark but not very noticeable, especially under direct light. Note to self; cream dye needs to be mixed in a bowl, not a bottle. Also, 20 volume developer is your friend. 


And here is a length check. I am mere inches from being able to be considered Classic Length. If I tilt my head back, I can feel the ends brush against the back of my thighs. Its pretty awesome. 


Excuse the post-dye mess


Monday, June 22, 2015

Retro Goodness

I am a huge fan of 'alternative' beauty. As I should be, since at my heart of shriveled up hearts, I am very much goth. A very special type of goth as dubbed by my best friend, 'posh goth'. I.e. I take the morose and morbid and turn it more 'mainstream' and that was due to habit; my loving mother refused to let me walk out the door in any shape or form that would cause embarrassment to her.  Don't worry, I still found ways to wear fishnets on my arms but my make up could not and would not be as dark as I wanted it to be.  The most I could get away with was skin a shade or two lighter (and boy, was I pale since I avoided the sun), nude lips and smoky eyes. Sometimes I rebelled and wore black eyeliner and chapstick on my lips but I always got in trouble.

Now, if I had the balls to dress more 1950s, I doubt mother would not have approved. After all, those were the golden days and she got to enjoy the late 50s and early 60s in her youth.

But, you know, I considered it too bright back then.

Here I am, thirty some odd years of age and I have found the love affair to the 50s look. Again. And this time, I can try it. My hair, after all, is much, much, much longer than it was in my teenage years. I can and will wear whatever the hell I want make up wise and clothes wise because, eff it, its my money.

My money. My life. My business.

Ah, but for a while I felt I had surpassed the perfect length for the pin-up hair. Slayer is past my tailbone... in another four inches I may be able to sit on him. Wet sets don't really work, pin curls only last for so long (believe me, I tried them last year for the Power of She shoot for the Dames for Dreams. )

So, why bother now?

Because as a Dame and a huge advocate of learning to empower myself, I also have something to prove to myself; I can and will do what will give me strength and if that means a little bit of blush and some fancy, shmancy hair so be it.

That and D4D also has collaborated with Pinups Against Bullying Inc. for their Washington chapter. (Yes, I totally jumped into that project as an admin with both feet!) I haven't touched much about my personal life in this blog but I was bullied as a kid. A lot. And I mean -- a lot.

We're talking adults imposing their sexuality on me (catcalling, groping, molesting), kids my age picking up on that (name calling, 'pranks', a gang of girls wanting to beat me up for standing up for myself for once), kids younger than me (monkey see, monkey do), family, strangers... The whole kit and caboodle. It was awful. I hated my life as a kid--- is it obvious why I wore my disdain for humanity on my sleeve?

The whole experience has left me with more baggage than I can carry and a nagging voice in the back of my head that makes me second guess everything.

I am tired of spending days in bed without the desire to get out (I timed it. One day in December I spent almost 20 hours in bed, hiding under the blankets in a cycle of crying, sleeping, web surfing and crying. Eventually I only got out of the bedroom to relieve myself.). I'm tired of not liking myself. I'm tired of being tired.

So, with that, I am going out of my way to do things that typically make me uncomfortable.

And one of those things? Stepping in front of the camera. Power of She marked the beginning of that trend (and boy did I!). I have since then I have modeled a few more times. Infrequently, but I have... and I am doing it again, this time for another project I am absolutely crazy about.

And......the dress code is 1950s pin up style.

-deep breaths-

So, today marks the first day of practice. I have until 8/13 to perfect a look for the PAB photo shoot.

I chose to try the victory rolls.

I cannot roll Slayer the way Iris does.  Slayer is simply too fucking long. I can *barely* reach the ends even by over-directing the hair in one direction. Curse my t-rex arms!

So I modified it.

I pulled the hair over as she does in the vide by over-directing. I reached as far as I could, pressed my fingers against the hair and wrapped the ends a few times until I had a section short enough to pin between my fingertips. I then gently tucked the ends as I pulled my fingers out, then rolled it to my scalp. Pin.


So far, so good. The shape, from looking downward is perfect. Face on? Victory curls ain't so victorious.

That's okay.

Practice makes perfect, I say!

PS: Curling the ends would certainly help.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

My accidental love affair with cowash

I recently bit the bullet and decided to change my color up drastically. Since I was a kid, I have sworn mother nature made a mistake and I should have been born a red head. I have done a lot of things to achieve red locks and for the most part, I've been one shade of auburn or another since I was a little girl. It has never been bright enough, though. The sun can only do so much to give me the red I want. (I have natural, red highlights)

I have done sun in. I have done henna shampoos. I have done henna (love the stuff but application is a struggle and the weight sucks. That was back when my hair was shoulder length. Now that Slayer is almost long enough to sit on, the idea of hennaing makes me cringe.). I have for the last few years settled with a dyp dye where I would bleach the ends and bangs then deposit red dye like n rage or manic panic.

And while Slayer can retain red pretty damn well, perhaps more so than the average hair, the it still bleeds.

I also felt like there was something missing, the ends were just not cutting it. 

So I grabbed four bottles of L'Oreal high lift red for brunettes. I always had issues with bleaching my own hair. While I was fine doing my bangs, I always panicked at doing the ends and I was NOT going to do the whole length. Nope. No sir. I didn't spend all these years growing out my mane and then lose it on a bad bleach job. 

As I rinsed out the dye and looked into the mirror, I couldn't help but whisper that I was back. Hah!

I had failed to prepare properly. I had gotten color-safe shampoo from Pantene and silly me, who should really know better, didn't read the ingredients. Nope.. too many sulfates. I've already had an issue with severe bleeding due to the deposit-only colors or the red turning orange extremely fast (N'Rage does that) because of sulfates. That's not even counting the fact that the only part I tend to concentrate shampoo on has been the scalp. The length gets the excess squeegied into it then rinsed out. 

I went out, bought what turned out to be fetid smelling, organic shea butter shampoo that was sulfate free. It gave me a TON of volume, but I had issues from the get go. My scalp flaked like no other, the hair felt filmy and dirty. Turns out, this 'hydrating' shampoo dryed the fuck out of my hair and the filmy feeling was not film but the cuticle of my hair wide open. No wonder it was always tangly, stringy and my scalp tried to recreate a snowglobe effect. I discovered this when I conditioned my ends in an attempt to make it not tangle so much (I stupidely had overcompensated with the shampoo and didn't use any conditioner. I figured since its shea-butter and oil infused shampoo, I shouldn't need conditioner. Right?) and I felt a difference. 

Still, Slayer suffered from dryness. 

Now, I have cut back on my routine a LOT. I don't deep condition as much. I pretty much have practiced 'benign neglect', i.e. style and forget it. 

So I'm sitting here in the middle of the night, frustrated with the dryness, angry at the flaking and suddenly, a big chop sounds like fun.

Oh, HELL NO! 

I look over and I see the green top of my vatika oil. Now, I had stopped using this a few years ago. Not because it sucked ass, but because I put it away and forgot all about it after the move. That and I was lazy. 

So I grab the bottle, run it under warm water to melt it a bit (If you're new or have never used coconut oil before, the oil solidifies. It may be summer, but this is Seattle and its still cold enough to keep the oil solid). I grab it, squeeze out some and realize its having a hard tiem coming out. I inspect the bottle and notice that the nozzle is clogged. -- Note, I'm lazy-- I decide to just squeeze harder. 

Big nope! 

I end up squirting about half the bottle all over myself and the couch. Immediately I scoop the majority of what I can back into the oil and then start mopping up the excess with my hair. I literally soaked Slayer in coconut oil to the point where I had to squeeze out the excess and dump it into the container. What I couldn't mop up was rubbed into my skin. 

When it came to taking it off, I knew it was going to be difficult. I debated grabbing the full strength shampoo when I remembered one of the LHC members explaining her method to co-washing and removing excess oil. She put it on dry, let it sit for about thirty minutes, then rinsed it off.  Now, I had tried cowashing before and failed miserably. 

I stared at the shampoo bottle... then the conditioner bottle, back to the shampoo bottle.

Eh, what the hell, why not? 

I grabbed the conditioner bottle and poured out two palm fulls, slapped it on the scalp. Grabbed another palm full, then squeegeed that shit to the length. Then I sat and took took a bath.
After half an hour I rinsed it out....but something happened... it felt lathery, not as much as the sulfate free shampoo, and definitely not as much as regular shampoo, but it lathered. Okay, I can deal with that.

Because it was conditioner, I found it easier to dig my fingers into the mass of hair and rub my fingers along the scalp. I was able to really get in there and rub,rub, rub unlike with the special shampoo.

And when I rinsed it all out, it came out super clean but not dry feeling.

I haven't used shampoo in about three weeks. Its summer time, Its warm. I'm working out and... my hair is still clean. Granted, it gets a little dirtier that way but that's okay. I can train my scalp to handle it just how I trained it to handle washing once a week. 

My scalp hasn't flaked. My color is still vibrant as fuck. Slayer doesn't tangle and it is absolutely silky. I thought he was soft before but this is amazing. 



Tuesday, April 14, 2015

It has been ages

And I have been one helluva busy bee.

Slayer is still long and I'm not quite sure if I intend to keep said length or not. I'm almost to classic but I am bored out of my gourd and desperately trying to keep my goals.  I've changed a few things to stay with this goal in mind, such as coloring the bangs but... that only makes me want to go red all the way and this means I'll have to snip-snip for the sake of making life easier for myself.

But that is neither here nor there.

That hobby of mine with the camera? Its turning serious. I can't help it. I love playing with my camera and now that I finally got my computer working properly, I can edit and keep going.  I cannot believe that I found myself completely booked out for May and June, let alone that I'll be doing this amazing project for the Dames. Cat and I will be photographing the Power of She series as well as our 2016 calendar.

I look back at some of the photography I did last year and I find myself amazed at the growth I've taken ... especially since I have not taken it as seriously as I am now.




I will be updating more in the next coming weeks. I'll be celebrating my birthday with doing a free photo shoot for the women of Bothell with Cat and other photographers. 


I am beyond excited.