Thursday, 28 April 2011

Dying to look good

I’ve recently started dying my hair with henna. The henna I get comes in these big solid chunks that you have to mix up with hot water into a paste and then apply to your head. The last couple of times I’ve had either my mum or a friend do it for me but today was the first time I attempted to do it myself. It was also the last time. I decided to do it in just my underwear with a towel wrapped round my shoulders to save me having to wash extra clothes, but I underestimated the amount of henna I would dollop all over myself. My right leg looks like it’s covered in tiny bruises and my left leg has long streaks of orange on it. My arms have a similar problem, as I couldn’t keep the towel round me, and I’m pretty sure my face is going to have a glowing orange frame. My neck is the worst, absolutely covered. I wouldn’t mind so much but I’m going to a ball on Saturday and I’m definitely going to look like I had an accident with the fake tan. I’m still sitting with cling film wrapped round my head so I shall find out in about three hours the extent of my new sun kissed look when I wash it all off. How exciting!

Finalist x

1 comment:

  1. haha I like the title pun! Is it an Oakley original or a Hitchings special?
    Although I was a bit worried it might lead to the disclosure of an eating disorder I was previously unaware of. Or a less extreme rage against soup...which I will now undertake. Damn you soup! You were so nice when I started you but now Tescos only stock about 2 flavours and one is wild mushroom (errrgh). So it's butternut squash and sweet potato over and over and over and over and over and over again. until now! But who knows how long it will take for me to get sick of philadelphia sandwiches? I'll hazard a guess at not long. wah.

    peace out z