Tarnation! pygmy wasn't able to make it out Carolina ways this weekend after all; I wonder if the illness that struck me down on Thursday traveled via the intertubz to afflict her sweetness. Some other day, then.
I am sitting nude upon my knockoff Eames chair (formerly the possession of this great man) that so many of y'all have commented upon with a nice big beautiful cup of this. I am not particularly Anglophiliac, but I run on good strong black tea the way most of my acquaintances run on coffee. I take it with milk and sugar. The milk is more crucial than the sugar, and it must be whole. I do not believe in 2% milk or low-fat milk or (gods save me!) skim milk. My whole milk comes from a local dairy in pretty glass bottles, which I save and put flowers in or use to hold spare change.
While enjoying this tea in the buff, I have my hair piled atop my head and under a shower cap. It has been slathered with Nice & Easy 103B, Natural Medium Champagne Blonde. I discovered this color a few years ago, back when every hair-coloring adventure involved trying something new, and it has become my standard. My hair is naturally that sort of dirty dishwater blonde (which is really light brown, though we all try to pretend it isn't and that our hair, deep down, really is the same color as when we were five), and 103B lightens and brightens it up to a perfect Valkyrie sparkle.
When I was younger and more traditionally "alterna" in the way that so many 15 year old American girls are, I used to darken or redden or pinken my hair, but now I feel a sense of commitment to Blondeness that is more powerful than my commitment was to most of my past relationships. I am not just blonde, I am A Blonde, and I like what that entails.
This is all sort of crystallizing due to finishing up this book a few hours ago, which was so generously given me by the very dear Fluxaholic. Ilyin is really terribly hilarious in her analyses of the various blonde archetypes and the varied meanings of blondeness, more especially blonde-femaleness, in our culture. It's interesting company I keep: Marilyn Monroe, of course, but also Martha Stewart and Barbara Walters. Dolly Parton, of course, but also Tina Turner, as Blonde is made, not born. It's a good book.
So here I am, smelling of ammonia and banishing my roots, in order to emerge brilliant and golden and perfectly Blonde. Ironically, I feel more myself freshly lightened. What that says about my personality, I leave to the psychologists.
Time to rinse and be Reborn.
I am sitting nude upon my knockoff Eames chair (formerly the possession of this great man) that so many of y'all have commented upon with a nice big beautiful cup of this. I am not particularly Anglophiliac, but I run on good strong black tea the way most of my acquaintances run on coffee. I take it with milk and sugar. The milk is more crucial than the sugar, and it must be whole. I do not believe in 2% milk or low-fat milk or (gods save me!) skim milk. My whole milk comes from a local dairy in pretty glass bottles, which I save and put flowers in or use to hold spare change.
While enjoying this tea in the buff, I have my hair piled atop my head and under a shower cap. It has been slathered with Nice & Easy 103B, Natural Medium Champagne Blonde. I discovered this color a few years ago, back when every hair-coloring adventure involved trying something new, and it has become my standard. My hair is naturally that sort of dirty dishwater blonde (which is really light brown, though we all try to pretend it isn't and that our hair, deep down, really is the same color as when we were five), and 103B lightens and brightens it up to a perfect Valkyrie sparkle.
When I was younger and more traditionally "alterna" in the way that so many 15 year old American girls are, I used to darken or redden or pinken my hair, but now I feel a sense of commitment to Blondeness that is more powerful than my commitment was to most of my past relationships. I am not just blonde, I am A Blonde, and I like what that entails.
This is all sort of crystallizing due to finishing up this book a few hours ago, which was so generously given me by the very dear Fluxaholic. Ilyin is really terribly hilarious in her analyses of the various blonde archetypes and the varied meanings of blondeness, more especially blonde-femaleness, in our culture. It's interesting company I keep: Marilyn Monroe, of course, but also Martha Stewart and Barbara Walters. Dolly Parton, of course, but also Tina Turner, as Blonde is made, not born. It's a good book.
So here I am, smelling of ammonia and banishing my roots, in order to emerge brilliant and golden and perfectly Blonde. Ironically, I feel more myself freshly lightened. What that says about my personality, I leave to the psychologists.
Time to rinse and be Reborn.
VIEW 22 of 22 COMMENTS
And, i heart eames.
Hope shit be good.