It’s all about hair…
Um Outlines came to visit and of course we went shopping. While wandering around a posh department store, we spotted a threading booth. I have never had any threading done but I’d heard it’s good. Plus, my eyebrows were so unruly, they were on the verge of being slapped with an ASBO. So we both sat in a chair and let the therapists get to work. It’s a weird sensation, but bearable.
When she was finishing off my brows, the lady said, “Would you like your upper lip done too?”
“Is it that bad?”, I replied.
“Well… the hairs are quite long”.
I do attend to this area from time to time, but admittedly the last time I had done so, could only be described as long ago.
(Burning with shame) “Ok then”.
I’m not sure if I was being a big baby, but it was sore – My eyes were watering!
However, I was very pleased with the end result. I whisked my Mum away before she could be persuaded to shell out for an overpriced bottle of Aloe Vera gel. She also had to feel my top lip and feel how smooth it was:
“Very nice dear. Better then that time you bleached it, that looked awful”*.
One of the downsides of wearing hijab is the difficulty in getting a decent haircut.
Not to be too descriptive, but sans hijab, I was starting to look like a Fraggle. After an aborted trip to the hairdressers, I’d had enough.
I washed my hair, brushed it out and pointed to my husband how short I wanted it.
Mr Outlines is a meticulous sort anyway and the owner of a neatly-trimmed goatie, so I figured he’d be able to cut hair in a straight line.
Result! Job done in a few minutes and without all that hair-tugging hairdressers do.^
Can some decent films be released please? I’ve forgotten what the inside of a cinema looks like. There’s not even much I want to get out on dvd. Suggestions welcome.
Book suggestions are also always welcome.
Some of us Muslims are a tad cynical, thinking that there’s no bad stereotype that the media wouldn’t use.
Here’s a banned car advert: YouTube.
Worth getting a Yellow Card for:
*Bleaching does look bad. I’m not sure why anyone does it. It always makes me think of Lanugo hair, especially when people bleach the hair on their arms. My excuse was that I was young, foolish and frightened. It wasn’t until I went into a beauty salon and saw the range of areas that they wax that I realised how much facial hair removal goes on.
^I have a microscopic pain threshold when it comes to my hair. I cannot bear for anyone else to brush it, except me. One of the main reasons I hate going to the hairdressers. Yes, I am odd.