I know I've had entertaining hair conversations with my husband and son but now I shall have to write them down for you. My husband generally doesn't comment on anything appearance related except to point out when his own hair dried sticking up in a funny way which usually runs like this:
Him: Why didn't you tell me my hair looks funny?
Me: It always looks funny, I figured that was the way you wanted it.
But he does take a passing interest in my hair stick carving efforts. I was burnishing a stick that had gotten damp accidentally and he suggested beeswax might help guard against moisture damage. A day or so later I was trimming and cleaning my nails and even went as far as to put Burt's Bees cuticle cream on and idly read the ingredients list and then went and put some of it on a stick. I told him about it later and showed him the stick and he was actually impressed by how nice the stick looked.
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Lady Kawaii-In-The-Garden the Terminally Curious of the Order of the Long Haired Knights
Mod hat off. Mod hat on. Don't make me wear the mod hat, it messes up my hair. *grin*
Friend nr. 1: "Have you dyed your hair?"
Me: "Yep"
F nr. 1: "Black?"
Me: "No, red"
Friend nr.2 : "What did you use?"
Me: "Henna."
Friend nr.1 & friend nr.2 :
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BSL|WSL | HP | not quite there CL | Moonstruck Tresses
Yes both please, especially the fish bun!
JESUS, MY LORD AND SAVIOUR
I have lots of funny conversations with my husband about my hair... He says he knows way to much about hair for a bald guy! hahha
The funniest thing is that my hair seems to love to ride around on his clothes. When I went from bleached blonde to henna red, he said that the ladies at work looked at him really strangely for like a month until they found out I changed my hair color. haha
Sometimes I get a text from him that goes something like this:
Hubby: I found another one.
Me: Another what?
Hubby: Hitchhiking hair!
Me: ha they like to see the world!
Hubby: Don't know how they can see the world in my UNDERWEAR!!!
I approached my fiance yesterday, wearing a Hawser braid (which DOES look like a 8921 strand braid) and holding a brand new video game that had arrived in mail seconds earlier. His birthday is coming but I decided to give him the game now, instead of keeping it on my desk for a week
He sees the braid and says:
-Nooooo! What have you done to him?! What have you done to the Kitten?
-It's a...
-No! Just no! It's a black magic. No, no, no!
-But it's just...
-It's black magic. Don't come to me! No!
-"No"? Ok. No new game then. If you're so afraid of black magic.
And I walked away
That's our typical conversation. ANY braid is a black magic. Especially rope braid. But I taught him English braid Welcome on the dark side, my dear...
This^ is hilarious!
DBF has accepted that the Anne-hair is alive, and trying to kill him. They've been discovered marching inexorably up his body, and he recently woke up with one wrapped menacingly around his neck.
We discuss regularly the "you make her cry, I'll break you" warning my hair's broadcasting loud and clear.
One of my dad's favorite train-riding stories included a long-hair sitting on the seat behind him. She tried fluffing her hair over the back of the seat, and he asked her not to, or his wife (my mom) would be suspicious he was having an affair.
He went into work that day and told his co-workers about the fate he'd avoided.
He forgot what pranksters his coworkers are.
He returned to his desk a couple days later in time to see one of the wonderful women the company he works for has brought in from India pluck one of her almost-knee-length hairs, and carefully set it on his coat.
He was paranoid for a couple weeks.
We were joking again today how lucky he is to have ME as a daughter, because any long hairs found ANYWHERE around out house are automatically assumed to be mine. (He's not cheating, so it's a good joke.) That, and my hair's starting to sprout BLACK hairs as well, so the breadth of "potential" women he could safely hang out with is increasing now.
Beware, the Lipstickless Bandit rides again, roaming the period-correct countryside and absconding with the kisses of all those who take her fancy!
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