It was snowing here this morning, but in spite the cold my garden is sprouting all kinds of good stuff. It ought to. I've been feeding it super-disgusting chicken manure tea.
Last Saturday I went to a beekeeping meeting that was very fun and am now more hell-bent than ever about getting together my own apiary. Wisdom and wit from the seasoned beekeepers was much appreciated. (All beekeepers are huge nerds. I felt very much at home.)
The meeting was on the Big Island, and no trip there would be complete without a little visit to ye olden time-y thrift shoppe. This time I came home with a pair of snow boots and sunglasses. Does this spell a trip to the mountains perhaps?
There was also good Dump luck to be had this weekend, when I scored, in the following order: a 70s patchwork skirt, a giant army backpack, 90s studded clogs, and...drumroll please...a home-made ice cream maker! Pictures forthcoming once it's been cleaned and ice cream has been made.
The rucksack totally rocks, right? It's perfect for lugging all my stuff in on my bike.
Also our family has been engaged, not only in apiaries, fighting the power and dressing warmly, but also the arts. C. entered a poster in the annual farmer's market poster contest and I think it's amazing!
Is there anything this guy can't do? He builds greenhouse boxes, fixes dilapidated boats, writes songs, is a snappy dresser and can draw a poster in the drop of a hat. I'm a lucky ducky. (Sorry I had to deface the poster. Though it wouldn't be hard to figure out, I'm keeping our exact location a secret the best I can.)
Now, remember I promised to post on my hair situation:
Those of you not in the know about my disgusting hair care habits, will need to know that I hate washing, brushing, combing, or generally dealing with my hair at all. For years I sported haircuts from Björk, to Audrey, to Amelie, because of the convenience.
This is approximately how I cut my butt-length hair in high school, after I moved out of home. I sold the braid for like 300 dollars.
When I lived in London I got told a lot that I looked like Audrey Tatou as Amelie.
Sadly I've never been told that I look like the other Audrey. So anyway. After I realized that short hair made my face chubbier, and was impossible to style for a person who didn't have time for hair care, I started growing it out.
The result was a frizzy rat's nest, which got infinitely better after I let Willow cut it and layer it. Did I mention I hadn't been to hair dresser since the big costume dance that we have in 11th grade? Now that I have a good hairdresser a lot of my problems have been solved.
However the one about hating to wash my thick, hard to dry hair still remains.
After confessing that I had a hard time finding a good shampoo in America (In Finland I used Urtekram.), my friend Simone hooked me up with J.R Liggett's olden-time-y hand-made bars.
Having previously often resorted to hand soap in hair washing when necessary, I've been delighted with these little bars. As advertised they don't strip your hair from its own natural oils and so your hair seems to stay clean longer.
With the help from old J.R. I've been able to gradually stop washing my hair once a week, and wash it instead once every two, or three weeks. I still wash my bangs every week, since they get greasy way faster.
Unlike typical shampoos this one leaves your hair (or rather my hair) a little greasy feeling for a few days after the wash, but then it stays nice and clean for about four or five days. (This next part might be gross for some.) After five days to a week, I wash my bangs, but generally my hair remains un-greasy, though it does acquire the slight aroma of unwashed hair. In the next week it gets a little slicker, but still not greasy. My hair is pretty coarse, so this may help with the lack of greasyness.
Though my bangs are a little dirty in this picture, the rest of my hair looks pretty okay. It's been three weeks and two days since the last wash, and eight days since I last washed my bangs. When I finally do wash my hair, I have to confess that the water comes out dark. That's gross, but it does save me days of cold head and frizzy curls. I heartily recommend this product for those who want to get out of the vicious cycle of commercial hair-care. Try it out.
Now what are some of your hair-care tips?
ps. I painted my nails Barbie-pink at a birthday party for the afore mentioned awesome hairdresser. It was dark and I thought I was painting them purple.