Sunday, January 17, 2021

I copy one of the greats, if pompadours are your thing.

So, this one's mostly more hair and nails.  You excited?  You ready?  Then let's dive in, but not too steeply, because this is kind of a shallow pool of topic and you don't want to mash your noggin on the bottom.


I put this photo on FB recently, with the statement that this is what my hair looks like right now, which is about 7.5 months after it started growing back:

No word of  a lie, folks.  This is my current hair reality.  Now, Mr Twitty, seen above, had sported some magnificent pompadours in his time, but this iteration is the most natural one I've seen on his head.  I guess that once you get famous, certain visual cues are no longer necessary?  Make sense to me.

Anyhow, what he's got in that pic is pretty much what I've got, right down to the color and texture.

It's good to know that even fancy rich fellers have trouble with their hair from time to time, just like regular folks.


In the nails department, I'm facing the fact that I'm going to have to cut them back a touch if I don't want to turn into some ninny-fingered prancy lady.  You know the type, what with the clicky nails on the computer keyboard, the weird sideways finger positioning when opening a poptop can, the odd splay-hand manner of dealing with produce bags or doors, that kind of thing.

These were them about a month ago.  I realize they are not cardi b-type talons, but to me, these are LONG.  They have grown since then (OBVIOUSLY, as I haven't trimmed or filed them in the interim):

I do like having the longer nails, but they are getting in the way.

And starting to get little splits in them, which need repair.

BUT, I keep letting them grow, and continue to repair the splits with bits of TP and base coat, then doing a full manicure to ensure the coast of polish will keep the nail from further splitting.

I kind of don't know who I am anymore or how to behave with these things.  I hope it's not too late to learn.


In other news, and ignoring the hellscape that was the attempted coup here in the USA a little while ago, we are moving out of our bedroom and into the other bedroom so as to tear apart the old bedroom to put a new addition on it that will include a fancy new closet and what will be bathroom #2.  Such excite!

Except holy shit these was a lot of stuff in our bedroom.  And closet, because that's getting a facelift too.  Like, YEARS of stuff, stuff we'd forgotten we had, stuff that might have once had meaning to us but we no longer know why, stuff that has disintegrated in the decade since it was shelved and forgotten, stuff that we really ought to have been using all this time (hello, French Horn) but have not.

It's a grueling and somewhat embarrassing process, this sifting and winnowing.  Not to mention dusty, dirty, sometimes moldy.  So MUCH is getting donated, so MUCH is getting chucked out.  On occasion something is unearthed that bears remarking upon and relocation to a spot for safekeeping, but those moments are not as frequent as the 'just get rid of it' moments.

A terrible job, but in the end we're going to be many pounds of stuff and dust lighter when we're done, and for that we give thanks.



Tiff out.


tiff said...

And because the Universe has a great sense of humor, one of the longest most purty nails broke off overnight. I have a date with the clippers and nail file this afternoon. Time to begin again!

kenju said...

My nails grew long until 2 weeks ago, and then they all started breaking. So now, I have one long thumbnail and the rest are broken. I give up.