Yeah yeah yeah. So I’m all behind on my posting. Wah. If you’re that hard-up for something to read, I really honestly truly feel sorry for you from the very depths of my shriveled black heart.
My weekend was…eh. Nothing superfantastic. My headboard arrived on Friday and I put it together that evening, but left it overnight for the cats to hump and climb all over. I figured they could get it out of their system while it was still free from its bedly duties. Saturday morning I dragged out my old bed parts and night stand and hauled in my new mattresses. Mind you, the frame hadn’t shown up (still hasn’t, actually. It’s being delivered today), so I just plunked the new springs down on the floor and butted them up against the headboard. I didn’t even bother making the bed ’cause hell, when the frame arrives I’ll have to tear the damn thing apart and remake it anyway. So since Saturday, I’ve been sleeping on a bare mattress with only my afghan to cover me. And really, it’s technically not even an afghan…so. Yeah. It’s actually quite comfy being only 2 feet above the floor.
The nice thing I’ve discovered about the new bed is that all three cats can now pile on and sprawl themselves all the fuck over it, and none of us ever touches. So I can be free of the “It’s a hot summer night and I’ve got a cat stuck to my sweaty leg” phenomenon from here on out!
Saturday night I attended the quarterly gathering of the Four Seasons Wine Tasting group. This time we tasted champagne. Three champagnes to be exact. Woo hoo? It wasn’t bad, really. I’m not a huge champagne fan myself…It’s not one of those things you can regularly consume in a leisurely fashion, so I’ve never really gotten attached to the whole bubbly experience. So this tasting was wasted on me and my dulled senses. Fortunately, mum brought a bottle of some yummy red wine she picked up last weekend, and that was good. Me and Aunt Denise cranked on that stuff until it was gone. Oh I’m sure other people had something to do with it, but we both helped ourselves to seconds, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who had thirds.
I made this h’ors d’oeuvre called “potato & pepper frittata”, which is a simple and yet pretty tasty snackie. If you don’t know what a frittata is…It’s basically the Italian answer to quiche, only without the crust. For some reason, I decided to wait until the last minute to make my frittata…I think because I wanted it to be relatively warm when I got to the tasting (it can be eaten cold, but is really yummy while still warm). Well the overabundance of roasted red peppers I added this time gave the damn thing too much juiciness, and I found myself desperately trying to dry the shit out in the microwave so that I could present this lovely attractive sumptuous h’ors d’oeuvre. No such luck. I ended up having to cut wacky shapes of cooked stuff out and throw everything else out. I felt like such a blooming failure.
On the plus side, what I managed to salvage did taste pretty damn good…
I also took the opportunity on Saturday to permanently color my hair. Yes, I grabbed a nut and picked out a color and went for it. So my hair is now officially “Blow Out Burgundy” courtesy of Feria and their Power Reds collection. I almost went with “Ruby Rush”, but decided that the darkest color would be a nicer place to start. Besides, I look silly in the brighter red tones. Or do I? Opinions anyone?
The entire dyeing experience was traumatic for me anyway. Might as well just go wacky with my hair as much as possible now that the initial shock is over. See, with Feria’s Power Reds, they have not two, but four chemicals that you get to mix together. One of which is a little tube of “Colour Booster Technology” that comes complete with various warnings that literally shriek at you to not get this stuff on your skin, clothes, furniture, pets, food…and I discovered why when I screwed off the cap and was immediately greeted with the brightest bright red color I have ever seen. It was so red, it made my heart stop. It was brighter than that really horribly fake stage blood. And I was supposed to put this shit in my hair! I added it to the rest of the chemicals and shook vigorously, and then entire content of the bottle turned the most brilliantly bright red. I panicked and almost chickened out. I squeezed the stuff into my hair and worked the color all over. It looked like I’d violently murdered someone. I just kept saying “What the fuck am I doing to myself? What have I done? Oh dear God.” The color wasn’t darkening. At all. I had to force myself to swab it onto my eyebrows. I looked like an escaped circus freak.
Even when I went to rise the stuff 25 minutes later, it was still a fairly brilliant shade of red. My heart was in my throat. My shower was coated in layers of red foam. My cuticles were staining as I rinsed and shampooed and rinsed again. All I wanted was to at least not look stupid afterwards. I still don’t know if I succeeded. Fortunately, my hair being wet after all the rinsing, I couldn’t immediately tell if anything was wrong…so I breathed a sigh of relief and put my hair up in a clip to dry. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized my hair was the color of some kind of crushed burgundy velvet tapestry from the 1500s. Huh.
So now I have loud hair. Fantastic. It’s not exactly shouting, but it’s definitely not using its indoor voice. I’m thinking of putting up a poll for people to let me know whether I should stick with this color or go with the Ruby Rush. Although why in the hell I’d trust you people with my hair is beyond me…
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