Beaten...

So, my face is a mess - no smart comments, people. In my fury yesterday, I was reckless and let the branches rebound and slap me silly. Now I look like I was beat up. Upon seeing me this morning, my mother asked what happened to my face. Where do I begin? But this was in reference to the red streaks. Yes, I look like I was scratched and punched. But gosh, the property looks great and it was worth it. I just use first aid cream like moisturizer for a few days...

In desperate need of a hair dye session. Tried burgundy henna, but a new brand. It is a looong process - three hours to cure the solution, then put the muck in the hair, cover with a plastic cap and warm hair frequently. So I am on the computer with the plastic cap and this hair dryer/hair cap thingy I found in grandma's attic when she died. It's pretty 50's retro. I have the cap on and this vacuum hose going from the cap to the machine and all plugged in. When on, the cap inflates like an alien helmet. Then, the phone rings. It is the dj from a station I listen to. I do freecyle and she wanted some magazines and I have them and we missed each other during the day and, gee whiz, she is just 10 minutes away and can she come over to pick them up! Hubby laughs hysterically as I frantically wash the mud out of my hair. Can't answer the door like that! Made myself decent - as best as I could - before her arrival. She liked what I had, took a bunch, and I hoped that she did not smell the stench emanating from my hair. Henna smells a bit like wet grass clippings after fermenting for a few weeks. She was very nice, liked our town, left and I proceeded to wash the rest of the greenery out. Head up to the first floor bathroom to admire the colour and see... nothing! Four hours of work and NO COLOUR!!! Back to the chemical stuff from now on...