Cats are funny
Cyrene and Sirocco are in full-hunt mode today. It's been warm eough for globs of snow to fall from the eaves, and every time either of them starts to doze, another white lump falls, and has them rocketing back to attention. I've had to shout both of them off attacking the window film twice today, poor things.
Mithril decided to take a chance on Outside while I was fetching in the groceries, but he didn't make it farther than one step out into the cold before he thought better of the whole wacky plan, and hustled hisself right back in again before I closed the door.
Also, just in case I'd forgot that Mercury was going bass-ackward, it seems that my utility site is down, so my lovely new layout is a mess of white-on-pepto pink. I hate it. But I don't know how to fix it, and I've more important work awaiting me than to sit here all day and fart around with the CSS trying to settle onto something I can stand.
I've discovered a lovely treatment for my hair in the dry cold of winter. I'll share it with you; When your hair starts to feeling about like straw, tangling at a look, and cracking into split ends at a whisper, try this: Go to a beauty supply store (or even just your grocery, depending on where you live,) and buy a bottle of hair oil -- it'll be with the ethnic hair supplies, and it usually is a blend of things like avocado, coconut, olive, and other such oils. The one I got is called "African Royale Hot Six oil" *Stop snickering, you pervs!* You put a solid handful into your dry hair -- I mean at least twice as much as you'd use of shampoo. Yes, really. Work it from the bottom, since that's where the hair is driest, and you don't want to overload the scalp. Comb or brush it through your hair, or work it through with your fingers if you're patient, or have very curly hair, then twist it up against your head in a bun, and go about your in-the-house work of the day. In a salon you'd sit under a heating cap for half an hour while your hair's pores opened up to the treatment, but who's got time for that? When you know you'll be around the house all day, and nobody will care how you look, just let your hair take the stuff up on its own schedule, then at night you wash your hair as you normally would.
My hair feels like cool silk for a week or more whenever I do this, and in the desert of cold, I'm doing it at least every month. The feeling of the oil in the hair for that long is something a bit odd to get used to, but I found that so long as I kept busy it didn't much trouble me.
Mithril decided to take a chance on Outside while I was fetching in the groceries, but he didn't make it farther than one step out into the cold before he thought better of the whole wacky plan, and hustled hisself right back in again before I closed the door.
Also, just in case I'd forgot that Mercury was going bass-ackward, it seems that my utility site is down, so my lovely new layout is a mess of white-on-pepto pink. I hate it. But I don't know how to fix it, and I've more important work awaiting me than to sit here all day and fart around with the CSS trying to settle onto something I can stand.
I've discovered a lovely treatment for my hair in the dry cold of winter. I'll share it with you; When your hair starts to feeling about like straw, tangling at a look, and cracking into split ends at a whisper, try this: Go to a beauty supply store (or even just your grocery, depending on where you live,) and buy a bottle of hair oil -- it'll be with the ethnic hair supplies, and it usually is a blend of things like avocado, coconut, olive, and other such oils. The one I got is called "African Royale Hot Six oil" *Stop snickering, you pervs!* You put a solid handful into your dry hair -- I mean at least twice as much as you'd use of shampoo. Yes, really. Work it from the bottom, since that's where the hair is driest, and you don't want to overload the scalp. Comb or brush it through your hair, or work it through with your fingers if you're patient, or have very curly hair, then twist it up against your head in a bun, and go about your in-the-house work of the day. In a salon you'd sit under a heating cap for half an hour while your hair's pores opened up to the treatment, but who's got time for that? When you know you'll be around the house all day, and nobody will care how you look, just let your hair take the stuff up on its own schedule, then at night you wash your hair as you normally would.
My hair feels like cool silk for a week or more whenever I do this, and in the desert of cold, I'm doing it at least every month. The feeling of the oil in the hair for that long is something a bit odd to get used to, but I found that so long as I kept busy it didn't much trouble me.