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Dianna G#8 Stupid Thing I've done for Beauty's sake
June 28th 2007 17:12
#8 Snip those stray hairs away!
Ok, this little beauty faux pas was, thankfully, done when I was at a tender age of 11. You’re probably wondering why I hadn’t learnt from this mistake of concocting my own beauty tips through my teen years but then I wouldn’t have anything to write about on this post, will I?
While every other girl in my year had their hair in a plain, boring ponytail or wore one of those frilly headbands that were designed to make you look like a fairy princess but ended up making you look like a creative bird had just made a massive poop on your head, my own hair was swept back in graceful, interwoven strands – aka, a braid.
In a world of ponytails and bird poops, I got a lot of compliments on my braid. Having just arrived in Australia and with my limited understanding of English, I was still able to deduce that 1) they really liked my braid 2) they wanted to know who did my braid 3) they wanted to know how long it took to do my braid and 4) when I would stop merely nodding and smiling and answer their questions about the braid already.
To answer these questions belatedly, it was my older sister who did my braid which took her only ten minutes to do and which she could only do on Monday mornings. And when you only have one friend in the world who also couldn’t speak English and also couldn’t speak your own native tongue and the only way to display your friendship was through a series of nods, smiles and grunts, you’d want to keep these compliments coming.
So, on a quest to gain more English-speaking friends, I decided to retain my braid for one whole week. How, you ask? Simple. 1) I didn’t wash my hair for the week. 2) I slept with the braid. 3) When stray hairs would weave their way out as they’re wont to do when I woke up in the morning, I would take out the scissors and cut the stray hairs away, leaving the braid, you guessed it, intact. And when the stray hairs bunched up into thick strands or knots, I would snip them away too. By the end of the week, when I finally pulled that elastic band out and framed the remnants of my hair around my face, I looked like an 80s rocker with layers upon tufts upon layers of hair. Which made me consider going bald – for only a second.
*image taken from www.wikipedia.com
What beautiful braid you have...
Ok, this little beauty faux pas was, thankfully, done when I was at a tender age of 11. You’re probably wondering why I hadn’t learnt from this mistake of concocting my own beauty tips through my teen years but then I wouldn’t have anything to write about on this post, will I?
While every other girl in my year had their hair in a plain, boring ponytail or wore one of those frilly headbands that were designed to make you look like a fairy princess but ended up making you look like a creative bird had just made a massive poop on your head, my own hair was swept back in graceful, interwoven strands – aka, a braid.
In a world of ponytails and bird poops, I got a lot of compliments on my braid. Having just arrived in Australia and with my limited understanding of English, I was still able to deduce that 1) they really liked my braid 2) they wanted to know who did my braid 3) they wanted to know how long it took to do my braid and 4) when I would stop merely nodding and smiling and answer their questions about the braid already.
To answer these questions belatedly, it was my older sister who did my braid which took her only ten minutes to do and which she could only do on Monday mornings. And when you only have one friend in the world who also couldn’t speak English and also couldn’t speak your own native tongue and the only way to display your friendship was through a series of nods, smiles and grunts, you’d want to keep these compliments coming.
So, on a quest to gain more English-speaking friends, I decided to retain my braid for one whole week. How, you ask? Simple. 1) I didn’t wash my hair for the week. 2) I slept with the braid. 3) When stray hairs would weave their way out as they’re wont to do when I woke up in the morning, I would take out the scissors and cut the stray hairs away, leaving the braid, you guessed it, intact. And when the stray hairs bunched up into thick strands or knots, I would snip them away too. By the end of the week, when I finally pulled that elastic band out and framed the remnants of my hair around my face, I looked like an 80s rocker with layers upon tufts upon layers of hair. Which made me consider going bald – for only a second.
*image taken from www.wikipedia.com
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Comment by KylieW
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I think we've all been guilty of a little home-hair sniping. I usually limited mine to cutting my fringe. I'd style my hair in the morning. And if my fringe wouldn't sit right, I'd get out the scissor and trim a little here and there so it was just right. You don't think you're doing much damage each day, it's only a snip here and there.
But damn does it add up.
I can't wait to read what other things you've done in the name of beauty!
Kylie
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Comment by katyzzz
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Fortunately, I cottoned on rather quickly in my parenting years that when things go quiet there is something going on. So I caught them before much damage was done.
The other child's mum would have been horrified.
katyzzz....I know how you must have felt and the language must have made things very hard for you.
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Hi Lara, I remember I had all these pretty accessories when I was little. And someone stole them
Comment by Mrs M
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I had long hair when I was a wee little girl and I hated it so my mum decided that she would put it in braids every morning before school. Well at the end of the day I would cut the bottom of the braid off to shorten my hair with disastrous results.
And my 6 year old daughter who was trying to grow out her fringe decided to cut it off because if was bothering her.
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It's the dye that sometimes gets funky on me.
ESPECIALLY when I try to dye it black. -.-
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I had baby-fine hair as a kid, which doesn't go up well..always falling down and wisping out everywhere. Unfortunately I was also a ballet student, and expected to have a perfect chignon or bun. Yeah right!! My brilliant solution as a 12-year-old was to paint it with shellac so it would stay up...yikes!!
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It looks really bad on me.