It’s no secret that I love talking hair and I love trying new styles and techniques (I was featured on Whoorl here & here AGES ago). As you can see, my hair was fairly curly back then. I did straighten it about once a week, but this never seemed to effect the overall condition of my hair. It would go straight back to curly after washing.
When I moved to London six years ago, my curls seemed to abandon me as soon as I left Canadian soil. No matter what I tried, they just weren’t the same. My hair would look curly while still wet, but as my hair dried the curls fell out and just looked limp and untidy. I like my hair to look good or at least decent so I spent the next five years living my life with straightened hair.
Throughout these five years, I did try to rejuvenate my curls with deep conditioning treatments, oils and masks, but to no avail. I resigned myself to the fact that I would never have nice, curly hair again when I stumbled across this video on YouTube. Now, my hair is kind of an asshole and usually these sorts of gimmicky tricks just don’t work. I was definitely sceptical, but I thought I’d give it a go anyway.
I plopped my freshly washed, combed through with product, hair into one of my old, long sleeved Gap t-shirts, went to bed and crossed my fingers that I would wake up with beautiful natural curls in the morning.
And, you guys – I’m shocked, it totally worked!
I’ve tried plopping it overnight and plopping my hair for a couple hours in the morning and both work great (although I’m not sure Martin is particularly enamoured with this new, sexy bedtime look). I’ve been wearing my hair curly for the passed two weeks and it’s been so nice not having to bother with a blow dryer or a flat iron.
If you have curly or wavy hair, definitely give this a try and let me know how it goes!
Since moving to the new apartment, we’ve experienced some spectacular sunsets. On more than one occasion, usually during dinner, I’ve dropped what I was doing to pick up my camera and capture the cotton candy skies. They truly never are the same one day to the next, or even one moment to the next, and I never tire of witnessing (or photographing) them.
I may get my looks, knack for cooking and cleaning genes from my momma, but my love and fascination of nature – from the little things to the big, furry to the slimy – I definitely got from my dad. So in honour of Father’s Day yesterday, I thought I’d share this story.
Just like my dad, I also have an aversion/fear of spiders. I don’t mind them if they aren’t in my home or on my body or, ew, in my hair; if there is a safe distance between me and the eight legged
freaks of nature arachnids, I actually find them quite interesting.
I was aware since moving into our new place that a spider had set up camp outside our kitchen window. It had built a large web in the right hand corner of the window and spent most of his time tucked up into an open air duct with just one little, hairy spidery leg poised on a trigger line. I rarely saw him, and since he was outside, I decided to just let him be and never open the kitchen window ever again. From now on, I will refer to him as Ulrich.
Last night after Martin and I returned from a walk in the woods nearby (we are turning into such good little Swiss people), I noticed that Ulrich was outside of his usual hidey-hole. On closer inspection I noticed a much smaller spider (let’s call him Sven) busily setting up his own tiny web using a couple of the radial lines from the Ulrich’s web as his anchor threads. As Sven busily worked away, Ulrich was getting more and more pissed off because Sven was triggering his web. At first he sat half way out of his hole and just used his front legs to giggle his web a little. This would frighten Sven and he would momentarily stop.
After a few minutes though Sven would start up again and when Ulrich’s little shaking didn’t work, he ran out of his hole near the centre of his web and jumped up and down quite rigorously, while still being attached to the web. Of course, Sven would stop his work…but only for a few minutes.
This little routine went on a few times until Sven completed his web. I will let both of them remain for the time being, just as long as Ulrich doesn’t turn out to be a Birgitta with all of her babies.
I had to giggle though because even Swiss spiders get pissed off when their neighbours try to work on a Sunday.