In August, Suzanne and I did something never done before: we went blonde. This took a bit of pushing to get me to do it (that being said, it’s not a lot of pushing compared to most). When she first suggested blonde, I thought she meant dark blonde. She corrected me and said we should go white blonde.
So we did. Continue reading
Following the same theme of red and block colours as the end of 2011, the beginning of 2012 brought about a red and purple jaw-length bob. The picture looks blue, I know, but I swear to God it was purple.
It looked mostly black irl, too; I can’t win with this thing
The care and keeping of this bob was exactly the same as the last one. The trouble with purple is, of course, that it washes out ridiculously fast. When it faded though, it was just a nice natural coppery all around, rather than turning some weird shade that was the remains of the purple. Continue reading
When I said things lightened up halfway through 2011, I meant it literally. It was the first time I became fair haired.
In this photo the Okanagan sun is eating my soul. But it does let you see just how red my hair was. I wasn’t going for a redhead look – I wanted it to be as fake as possible. Red is my favourite colour, and because I had red and orange streaks and patches in the past, it only made sense to do my whole head red. Continue reading
After chopping off all my hair in 2010, I kept it short. The fauxhawk continue to grow on me as time went on. That being said, toward the latter half of the year I let it do whatever it pleased and it turned into this:
Anyways, the point of this post is the top photo. The second is just for kicks. Continue reading
2010 was one year I did great things with my hair. January, as seen above, started out with the aftershocks of 2009, when I began growing it out. Here is the longest it has been since I first cut it in grade 8. These are my natural curls and cowlicks in all their glory, and my natural brown interspersed with a few lingering streaks of orange. I actually really like this picture, because it highlights how nice my natural curls could sometimes turn out and it showcases just how cool I am.
Then came May, and the entire reason I grew out my hair for the past year.
2009 was a very dull year in terms of hairventures. That being said, this is probably a typical year for most people. After dyeing the top part red at the beginning of the year, I just let it grow out. The dye faded and grew out, and I just let it be. I was letting my hair get long for bigger and better things.
Was 2009 even really worth a post?
Jory dodged her and watched her skip through the murky evening. “Who is she?” he asked as I stepped up to him.
“Sophia Henson. Captain Sophia Henson,” I corrected, rolling my eyes. “You have probably heard of her. Her father was the late pirate king of Canton, Vincent Henson. Some people call her a queen. Most call her the Pretender.”
Logan cleared his throat as he stepped past. “Be nice, mutt,” he said, and followed Sophia out the door.
Jory watched him go, as well. I doubted his eyebrows could get any higher. “Who is he?”
I resisted the urge to rub my head. “My younger half-brother. He’s also the heir to a Southern Kingdom. Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and towed him from the big house before he could ask any more questions. Continue reading
Guys! Guys! I got another award!
And I’m being humble about it!
On Windy Days awarded me with the Inspiring Blogger Award! I’m flattered and totally deserve it and everything.
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Good for me!
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- I listen to score music more often than I do regular music with vocals and shit. I find listening to scores more inspiring (more on that on an older post) and just better. I feel more when I listen to a score. It’s emotive.
- I’ve recently developed an addiction to Guild Wars 2. I have three characters: a level 42 sylvari mesmer, a level 38 human ranger, and a level 3 (woo!) charr engineer. I don’t usually like MMOs, but Guild Wars is special in that you don’t have to pay and you don’t have to play with others. I don’t play well with others; I get freaked out whenever someone tries to add me to their group or guild, due to only ever playing single person RPGs. And I play games so sporadically sometimes that I could never pay monthly.
- I’m not super great at learning languages, but maybe one day I’ll shell out the cash to learn Latin and Welsh. Two of the only languages that interest me are both extremely difficult and terribly impractical.
- I’m a hypochondriac. As soon as one little thing goes wonky in my body, I’m convinced I’m dying.
- I handwrite more than I print. But I type more than I handwrite, and I get hand cramps if I write for more than a few minutes.
- I’m becoming Carrie Bradshaw. I have plenty of pairs of fancy, impractical shoes, I’m a writer, and I drink cosmopolitans. Now I just need a Mr Big.
- I have a mug collection, a shoe collection, and a t-shirt collection, and I always change my hair. I have quirks, clearly. (This isn’t a real fact, what is wrong with me.)
Kim EA Davis
A Fettered Mind
I haven’t listed fifteen, because I am UNCONVENTIONAL.
June of 2008 brought about the first of my major hairventure changes. The first major j-rock style was in, and it was dyed the first unnatural colour. My whole head wasn’t blue; the bottom layers were left brown, while we dyed the top and spikes blue. It was jagged, straight, and long in the front and sides, and short and spiked up in the back, in classic j-rock style.
I loved this haircut. Blue was so much fun to work with, despite being one of those “fades quickly” colours.
Upkeep for this was much the same for my previous styles. Definite use of the White Sands spray, blow dryers and straighteners. It was about the same amount of work as my first haircut in 2008, only with shorter hair. Continue reading
2008 was a very big year for my hair. It started in February, which was the first time I cut my hair really short. “Really”, of course, is a relative term. My hair has since been much shorter. But it was a big deal for me, because my hair had been long for the past several years. Continue reading