Black and white abstract for me today, maybe diamond or dog tooth patterns if I had that type of clothing, but definitely black and white colours today.
I have been learning about the shape of my face this week and I am trying to sculpt it slimmer by using a method called “face yoga”; I am not blessed as I have a pear shape or inverted triangle shaped face.
The reason why I am starting to do exercise and beauty regimes behind Paul’s back is because he discourages a lot of it, only to be surprised at what I’ve done afterwards. So lately, things are going more underground here – or as underground as I could when you consider I am hardly ever alone.
I found out that a curled bob would suit my face, so I decided to use my curling tongs to do that – I’ve always had curling tongs but never used them as they were once an unwanted Christmas present.
My first attempt at curling my hair was a failure, because I remembered my mother’s advice about it and Paul learned what I was up to and immediately suggested that this hairstyle wouldn’t suit me and that I was doing it all wrong anyway!
My mother taught me when using these hair irons you have to keep your hair soaking wet and let the tongs burn into your hair until it dries into shape! YIKES! I never knew but this was hugely bad advice and probably an evil attempt of hers to make me look worse!
Paul was angry when he heard her advice reminisce by me as I was trying to do it after I washed my hair!
I was also upset that my hair wasn’t staying in shape, to which Paul advised again, you need to use hairspray, love.
Oh.
I asked him how he knew all of this and he reminded me of his days when he was a glamor model photographer and so he knew what went on behind the scenes and picked up a lot along the way!
Paul didn’t look optimistic at my curly bob hairdo, but when it was done he was stunned and Henry just can’t stop touching my hair and hugging me since I’ve done it and I am trying to get into the habit of doing it daily.
I wanted to post a picture of it today, but I didn’t sleep well last night and I can’t get the puffiness out of my eyes, so maybe another day?
It definitely makes my face look less big and cumbersome and has made me look gentler.
I say curly bob, but my hair is about 3 inches longer than my jawline right now and I still have sticky up hair in the middle from the Long Covid alopecia, but never mind, though its less noticeable as the curls kind of hide it and I pin it down a bit with the spray.
I wished I could afford the money to go to a hairdresser and dye my hair, because I am developing large blocks of white! Though I’d love to go completely white, but I am forty years old and I just look too young for it right now – I don’t know, I am dithering about it really.
I also need make up, but I just can’t budget that right now, ho hum.
Especially as I have to force myself to save whatever I can because most of my clothes are way too big on me now and I need replacements ASAP, I think I am about a month away from having to go into credit to get clothes that actually fit me!
No other choice for me, sorry to say!
Paul is determined outside of writing and art that he doesn’t want me going out to work but I don’t really know why, he reckons it’s worry because I am sick too often. But I don’t really know beyond that, why he is so adamant about it.
But there you go, abstract black and white day with beautiful curly bob, and if my eyes weren’t so puffy, you’d have seen a pic of it!
Also, to be honest with you – my depression has been really bad, so a lot of the puffiness could be the crying I’ve done.
Anyway, stop those sympathetic awes and I will see you in my next post!
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