This must be the most beautiful DIY tutorial I have ever seen. And it so happens to be in style of this weekend. Found on Ulicam, a very nice blog by Ulrika Kestere, photographer and illustrator. For the whole tutorial and lot’s of inspiration, click here.
That’s one of traditional egg coloring in Lithuania :) We do that every year :D And you always get different shapes and color. It’s always fun to peel of the onion shells to see the pattern :)
Please share this link. I know many of you gardeners make compost and have dogs. We had no idea this was an issue until after the fact. Our compost isn’t kept in the back yard, but Freddie is small and can get through the fence. It’s time to fix that.
He didn’t have this exact issue but Freddie had a reaction that caused vomiting, fever, full body swelling, and GI tract inflammation. He’s still feeling a bit needy today.
So all the shit I talked about my hairdresser yesterday is erased. Sort of. With a wash and blow dry -minus the round brush, serum, mousse and paste- I like it. I just don’t understand why she tried to attack my hair with all that crap to disguise the actual cut! I don’t do “volume” or “edgy”. I said I want something that was low maintenance and she styled for 30 minutes after cutting for 15.
Anyway, I guess I will go back again. I’m just going to insist that she back off with the squeeze bottles and jars of goo. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to do anything with it. It is actually easier than the last cut.
God I did take a picture but just can’t. Maybe after I wash the massive amounts of styling product out and try to do something else with it. She even braided my bangs to one side (I think to hide the fact that she royally fucked up).
Got my haircut again with the same lady as last time. Last time I really liked it. This time I really want to go buy a hat. She said she learned a new technique that she’d been trying on everyone and thought it would be good on my hair. My hair is now too poofy and shredded. Gross.
I think she could tell I was not totally thrilled, but didn’t do anything to change it. I even said I thought I looked like my grandma on hairdresser day. She just kept saying, ” it’s great! I like it!”
No. Who cares? Not your head.
“Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for the love.” Farmers farm for the love of farming. They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants. They love to live in the presence of animals. They love to work outdoors. They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable. They love to live where they work and to work where they live. If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. they love the measure of independence that farm life can still provide. I have an idea that a lot of farmers have gone to a lot of trouble merely to be self-employed, to live at least a part of their lives without a boss.”—Wendell Berry (bringing it to the table)