Originally Posted by
GlennaGirl
Well, usually I start out by sectioning my hair in two halves (middle part) and painting that middle part with a tint brush.
For the second parting, I use the pointy end of the tint brush. I move it back along my scalp, sort of making a parallel "part" to the first one, then paint that.
At this point I often find that the brush is now too thick with goop to use any more, so I dip my finger into the mixture, and try to paint the part with that.
A little falls off and onto my white counter. Holding the spastic-looking parts of my half-hennaed section up with one gloved hand, I hastily swipe at the counter with the other hand, before realizing that that was my "clean" glove. (Not anymore!)
I instinctively grab for the growing red spot on the white counter with the other hand, now freeing the Something-About-Mary hennaed middle section so that it flops down over my face, streaking henna across my nose and somehow or other, splattering some on the floor, but not on the section of the floor I'm standing on--rather, a section of the floor that's like, three feet away. (Don't ask me how this happens.)
Now I'm rushing about like a mad rooster with a drippy muddy poop-looking comb on the top, with toilet paper under one toe to get up the strange three-feet-away splatter and one elbow rubbing a towel across the counter, which successfully spreads that henna stain further.
That's generally when I notice that I chose the wrong towel. I THOUGHT it was my "henna towel" when I reached for it, but no, it's another towel with red on it. Roses, in fact. Oh...my "company is coming" towel. Let's hope no company is coming now as they will, instead, be offered some hennaed toilet paper and one unsoiled finger of a latex glove.
I go back to the mirror. The vision there is frightening. I throw my head forward...and then just start glopping henna on. Fast. Just...anywhere. I moosh it all down there, realize the gloves aren't helping, snap them off and use my fingers, fully realizing that I will now have a "just-got-out-of-the-zoo-and-finished-attacking-something" look to my fingernails until they grow out a month from now.
I rake my fingers through my hair, realizing I'm thoroughly destroying it. Then I glop it all on top and reach for the Saran Wrap. I'm a sucker for punishment, I guess. I wrestle with the wrap, which keeps folding back over itself, and which, when I place it on the back of my head, doesn't stay there for the wrap-around but instead, pulls forward, pasting henna to everything in its path and, yes, spraying more around.
Somehow I throw a bunch of plastic onto my head, disengage it from my fingers which is the one place it DOES stick, and put a WalMart bag over it. As I gaze at the sight in the mirror, I reflect that perhaps I should just put the bag over my entire head. It would look better that way.
I put little bits of Saran Wrap around the earpieces of my glasses because they're metal and I'm afraid they'll turn the hair right over my ears seaweed-colored. I resettle them over my ears, but under the final Turbie Towel, but over the Saran Wrap but under the WalMart bag. (Got all that?) The glasses are now cockeyed, so I can't see particularly well, but without them I can't see at all, so there ya have it.
I hang out. I rinse.
AND IT COMES OUT FREAKING PERFECT EVERY TIME.
Yes. It does. Well, yeah, sometimes it's somewhat streaky in places. But that just sort of makes it look natural. I get good coverage. Do NOT ask me how (well, actually, you can...but I'll just reiterate the instructions above.)
It just...works somehow.
The magic of henna!
(p.s. The reason it looks so uneven in my pic is that only the last few inches are hennaed now; all the rest is my "natural" color. I was growing it out for more than a year but now I'm thinking about it again...God help my white counter!!)
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