Tag Archives: Hair

Donate Your Hair To Children With Cancer

22 Mar

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If you have long hair like mine was, and decide to cut it, you can send it off to a charity in the UK called Little Princess.  They make wigs for children who have lost their hair through cancer.  A quick Google search found similar charities in other countries.  Please think about doing it if you’re going short; you need a minimum of 7″/17cm and all it costs is a padded envelope and postage.

My hair was long but thin, so my plait was pretty feeble; but every little helps.

When the Hub posted it off, the clerk asked if there was anything valuable in the packet.  The Hub explained what was in it and she winked and said, Aw, that’s nice.  Are you going to do the same with your beard?

I think he should; I heard their office needs re-wiring.

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Short Cut

11 Mar

This was me last Friday morning:

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Me as Captain Caveman:

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This was me on Friday afternoon:

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What do you think?

Joke 920

29 Sep

Woman1:  Oh! You got a haircut! That’s so cute!

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Hairstyle (Photo credit: Frédéric Renaud)

Woman2:  Do you think so? I wasn’t sure when she gave me the mirror. I mean, you don’t think it’s too fluffy looking?

Woman1:  No, it’s perfect. I’d love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide. I’m pretty much stuck with this stuff, I think.

Woman2:  Are you serious? I think your face is adorable, and you could easily get one of those layer cuts – that would look so good on you. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck.

Woman1:  Oh – I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from this two-by-four I have for a shoulder line.

Woman2:  Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms – see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier…

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Man1:  Haircut?

Man2:  Yeah.

 

The Seven Stages Of Hair

28 Sep

I have to say, I love turning fifty!  I’ve been celebrating since July and it’s not over yet – it’s the birthday that keeps on giving.

My lovely friend Christine told me to keep last Saturday morning free.  She collected me at 8:30 and walked me up to her hairdresser’s, Hair @ 42 on Bloom Street in Edgeley, where I had a cut and blow and a manicure!  How annoying that I had showered in honour of our date.

Right now, Christine is on a cruise, celebrating her own birthday.  As she won’t be here for my birthday, spoiling me was the least she could do, I’m sure you’ll agree.  Christine knows I haven’t been to a hairdresser for about six years; and I’ve never had a manicure.  I have the best friends!

The idea was that we do the whole thing together – me for my birthday; Christine for her cruise – but she couldn’t get matching appointments.  She waited in the salon, however, denying boredom and taking barked-out camera direction from me, for your delectation.

Janet the Hairdresser was lovely but I’m not sure she was a real hairdresser because she wasn’t at all intimidating and she seemed genuinely interested in what I wanted done to my hair.  She was most obliging, as well, stopping to allow Christine to take a picture whenever I gave the word.  When it’s time for my next hair cut in six years’ time, that’s where I’ll be going.

The hair part was fun but the manicure was funner.  Christine knows Alison the manicurist well and we had a girly, giggly session, the likes of which I haven’t had since my teens.  I can’t tell you what was said because what happens in the nail room stays in the nail room; but I can tell you that I went to the toilet before we started (just as well, with all the giggling that followed) and I was so enthralled with my hair, admiring it in the mirror, wondering if I could ever reproduce the style, that I forgot to wash my hands.  Fortunately, I realised before I touched anything, and went back to do it.  I don’t think that has happened since I was a toddler.

Bet you wish that information had stayed in the nail room, don’t you?

The Seven Stages Of Hair

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Disgust

(On my part, when I worked it out and then had to say it out loud)

You'll have to lose 2 1/2 inches if you want it in good condition. Six years!  Tch!

You’ll have to lose 2 1/2 inches if you want it in good condition.
Six years! Tch!

Resolution

Just do it!

Just do it!

Anxiety

Will the Hub ever speak to me again?

Will the Hub ever speak to me again?

Acceptance

Take the picture, Christine: I don't mind looking stupid.

Take the picture, Christine: I don’t mind looking stupid.

Delight

I'm being pampered!  I LOVE going to the hairdresser's!

I’m being pampered! I LOVE going to the hairdresser’s!

Vanity

Get me, all posh!

Get me, all posh!

Gratitude

Christine&Tilly Friends 4EVR

Christine&Tilly
Friends 4EVR

 

Joke 808

9 Jun

bad hare day

Image taken from Answer It’s blog.

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A man and a small boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment – shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut – he placed the boy in the chair.

“I’m going to buy a  tie to wear for the wedding,” he said.  “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

When the boy’s haircut was completed and the man still hadn’t returned, the barber said, “Looks like your daddy’s forgotten all about you.”

“That wasn’t my daddy,” said the boy. “He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, ‘Come on, son, we’re gonna get a free haircut!’ “

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From funnydb.net.

I Don’t Like My New Desk Any More

1 Feb
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Roger’s Hair Loss 1 (Photo credit: roger_mommaerts) I’m showing you this photo because it was suggested by Zemanta even though it has nothing to do with spiders.  You didn’t want to see a picture of a spider, did you?

This morning, I brought up my first cup of tea, settled down to read some blogs and answer comments, and I felt a tickle on my chin.  My hair is so long now, it is always bothering me; I go to bed in a plait.  That started the day after I woke up, choking, to find my hair entangled in my necklace.  I plaited it every night after that and it was about eighteen months later, when I was telling a friend who was admiring my crinkles how they came about, that the question was asked, ‘So why didn’t you just take off the necklace?’

Anyway, I brushed my hair away from my chin this morning and a big, fat spider jumped onto my laptop keyboard.  It ran underneath but by the time I’d tipped the laptop, the spider had disappeared.  

Now I have a spider living in my desk and/or bookshelf; using my stationery and waiting to jump out when I’ve got the hiccups.

I may never come in here again.

So long; it was nice knowing you.

 

Hair Of The Hub

4 Jan

The Hub has been the butt of my nagging for weeks.  I’m all about Christmas cheer but I never expected to marry Santa:

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His beard got bigger and bushier and my nagging got louder and longer.  The Hub decided he’d had enough and would have a little fun at my expense.

He came to bed the other night, beard intact.  At four a.m. he went to the bathroom.

When I got up next morning, I found the little gift he left me, à la cat:

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A hairball, you vulgar-minded lot.

Overjoyed, I went to kiss him with his morning coffee but recoiled when I found Paulie Sr from Orange County Choppers  in our bed:

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I avoided looking at him all day as he giggled away.

He finally relented in the middle of the next night, and normal Hub has been restored:

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He may not be happy, but I am.  Don’t bother feeling sorry for him; I won’t pass on the comments.

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