Fuzzy and I celebrated our eleventh anniversary on March 24th, and my gift to him (well, to us) was season passes to Scarborough Faire, the local renaissance festival, which opened on April 8th, which means that I got to have my hair braided (nothing hugely fancy, a pair of French braids, coiled, pinned, and decorated with a few twists), which I love because I tend to just stick my hair in ponytails because while I like it long, I have no talent or patience for styling, and I cannot stand having my hair in my face. The braids lasted from Saturday morning through Monday evening, with a light washing. I wish I could have someone braid my hair for me every morning – guess I’ll have to convince Fuzzy that he needs to learn how. He offered once, and I made the mistake of ignoring him.
Because I’ve been flirting with a tattoo, but have committment issues, I decided to try the henna tattoo services they offer just across the green from my braiders of choice (Twisted Sisters, just beyond the misting bridge, if you’re local). I’m now sporting a very cute seahorse (which I’m told is a symbol of luck and magic) on my right hand, and oddly, everyone at work was gushing over it. Probably this is merely because we’ve all been stuck in a training class half a day, every day, for the last two weeks, but whatever the reason, the attention’s been kind of fun.
Less fun are the horrible headaches I’ve been having, which I assumed were sinus, but now suspect may be migraines. Fuzzy pointed out that I always get really crabby the day before I wake up with my head pounding so hard I’m literally in tears, but I’ve yet to find the time to see my doctor and talk to her about it. (Somewhat ironically, I was headache free the entire time my hair was braided and pinned, and am only feeling a small pulsing sensation above my temples, tonight).
This weekend, we’ll go back to Scarborough to see shows, since all we did was shop last week. (I’m now the proud owner of a cool gryphon shoulder puppet, and a lovely necklace, bracelet, and earrings from the folks at LUCIA, among other things.
And on that note ( and on the arrival of Fuzzy and the dogs in the bedroom) I am going to sleep. More tomorrow.
I agree braids are best with someone else to do it.
Maybe for headache it’s the henna? Black henna makes some people react when red henna doesn’t.
Hi MissMeliss, I’m local (I live in Fort Worth) and I’m concerned that you got headaches right after you got the henna. Like you, I get my hair braided by Twisted Sisters every year, but I do my own henna designs, and am really unfamiliar with the folks at SF (you probably paid a small fortune for it) especially since they won’t disclose (to me, anyway) their mix. It should be nothing but henna powder, maybe lemon juice, and aromatherapy grade essential oils, if any. If you have sensitivities to any of those things you may have had a reaction. Don’t hesitate to contact me for more information, or I can put you in touch with someone who knows more than I do. catmean(at)gmail.com
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shoulder puppet?, she asks, quizzically…
were in the heck can u go get this done in fort worth ??