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Wonderful roses
Once upon a time, when her mother attended a village elementary school, a medical shed came from the city and decided to give her, like other children in the village, the most horrible execution. I had to drive to town, where the doctor simply plucked the poor man’s hair and … ripped it bare. Since then, hair has become something sacred to my mother, even if she is a little idolatrous, it should not be cut.
Perhaps because of this and other stories told by my mother, I see my hair as an infinitely sacred part of the body. Well, if the eyes are a mirror of the soul, then the long, beautiful and shiny hair, the sacred conviction of both with their mother, is an expression of the less perfect health of the little ones.
I never had long, strong hair. And I have not tried any tool in my life!
But just swallowing a pill full of the life-saving items from Dmitry Mendeleev’s table and hoping for a miracle, a lush head hairstyle, is nothing interesting to us and my daughter. Mudvi and Saulėja devise the strangest ways to grow hair.
First, we imagine hair to be wonderful roses … And then we thought about what a gardener would do. Pay? Would you cut the worn rings? Pest spray? We also. We fertilize with all kinds of masks, serums, balms advertised in magazines, although we are aware that in doing so we are not the deplorable victims of advertising. Or we go to the hairdresser every month to cut the ends, and then, until the next haircut, we cry each other on the shoulder, which that hairdresser didn’t understand: he cut too much!
A genetic problem?
Admittedly, we still like to kill pests. The rays of the sun are cheap, and in their light strands you never see those “aphids” similar to white semolina. And here the feathers of my black crow, sprinkled with bright white dandruff powder from the roots, do not look attractive.
“Simply put, dear ones,” I tell my friends, “hair growth, like flowers, is a time-consuming, knowledgeable, and money-consuming affair. And worst of all, it doesn’t always produce tangible results.
– All that cosmetic industry – pure deception! – Our lawyer does not choose words. – Everyone must be brought to court for this, or the scales must be dug up and watched by the advertising media, whether it works or not. What will work there if the whole point is in the genes! Hair growth rate is determined by genes, and hair care products only help them stay healthy, but they cannot accelerate growth.
– Hundred! – Aldute, who has the fewest light bulbs in his hair garden, doesn’t feel it. – So yesterday I unnecessarily ordered a superduperscent hair growth serum online? And then when I got more inspiration (because he texted: buy two or three bottles for free), I was tempted by the promotion and bought three bottles of that miracle at a great price!
– Come on, the Internet is full of fools. Those scammers online are looking for them. See where your Achilles heel is and double the money! I bet your serum is the same as everyone else …
Honey antennae
– And I trust more in home remedies. Our grandmothers didn’t really complain about coiled hair.
“Maybe I didn’t complain,” I try to insert my tripod, “but if I knew who came up with that stupid recipe with heated honey, I would slather it with honey with my own hands, like in that Lithuanian folk tale, fill it with feathers goose, I put it in a barrel and drop it from the hill. “
– Why so cruel? – You don’t understand girlfriend.
– Ogi, because I perfectly remember how I copied the honey from my herb, when I applied a nourishing hair mask with hot honey according to the recipe of the grandmother Agafija of some people (by the way, found on the Internet). When he froze, he looked like a crazy Albert Einstein, only without witty thoughts about a general theory of relativity. Honey antennas directed in all directions. It took a lot of balm to wash off that bee product and put the hair back in its place.
– Say what you want, but I haven’t believed in those castor, onion, aviation kerosene skins and all kinds of other popular customers for a long time. Since I decided to pamper my hair with a black bread mask. Then it fell apart and fell apart all week … Like a magic table, just a curly crest, and the bread is full – it certainly would have fed all of Jesus’ followers.
Kassel forest
“It seems to me”, one of our long bows tries to put the ends together, “everything is very important for our hair. Both to take proper care of them and to relax and eat healthy. Malnutrition, fatigue, stress have a negative impact In the health.
“Oh yeah,” I even stood up excited. – You remember me with a hairstyle of a hundred cassettes and then I cut my hair? It’s … I haven’t experienced more stress in life than tonight. Even during labor, I add more weight to think about.
I never had long, strong hair. And I have not tried any tool in my life! I first took the Vedic theories. Every day in front of the mirror, I visualized what I wanted to see in my head. So there were century-old oak trees, thick-stemmed birch trees from morning to afternoon, and everyone else knows what. In a word, the entire Kleboniškis forest. Failure. Every time I looked in the mirror, I realized that there was only one young fir on my head with branching branches at the ends, whose pointy ends had to be cut for a long time …
How the ramanic shell involuntarily weighed my liana head in all four parts of the world.
So, without waiting long, I decided to reinforce that burned fir with artificial wood. Come on, African cassettes. Tourists returning from exotic lands admire such precisely interwoven strands.
I ordered a basketry online at home. Almost all day, a step from me, a professional braid and braid of this noble trade until I finally braided the entire song braid (sorry, hair). Maybe a hundred thin cassettes.
I wouldn’t say that when I received them, I immediately felt infinitely happy. How the ramanic shell involuntarily weighed my liana head in all four parts of the world. And already pressed, thrown, bathed … I did not let my husband touch me that night. I lay down like a goddess of the immortal sea, spreading the dream property to all sides of the bed, the long coffers of Jūratė.
Wanting to have beautiful hair, suffering, I repeated to myself as a mantra the words of H.CH. Andersen’s Mermaid, sometimes waking up and dreaming that I would have asked for that witch’s fish tail instead of the box office. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so painful?
But the dog and the battle get used to it, and if you get a compliment from each other … Me too. As soon as I received the first one, I forgot about the pain and became infinitely beautiful. So beautiful that I kept that clog forest in my head for the six months. (When the evil and jealous crows bowed to disaster: what will you do, poor thing, when you need to weave those tangled pots …)
Point not placed
By the time the called friend happily released the last thread, the wall clock had already struck the twelfth. Symbolic time, I thought, for the princess to become Cinderella … And after leaving a friend at home, I ran to the bathroom to wash my drink.
I poured it in as if I needed shampoo, rubbed it from the heart to foam and tried to rinse it off. Oh thief! Whitney Huston’s stiff hair was snapped in a giant trailer. You remember, as in that Lithuanian folk tale, when the orphan had to turn a lock of trailer, and sew a T-shirt from the threads and cover it with black brothers. It’s probably the work of nasty blackbirds … – I complain when those strands of my hair don’t spin at all. And it didn’t comb even after the bottle of the softest balm. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized very clearly that now I am no longer an orphan, but a torturer: a witch itch with a hundred years of guilt without combing its head. I had to cast the spell “smarter tomorrow than later” and go to sleep.
– And that’s why you cut your hair in the morning? – All my friends screamed as one. “And did you tell us you wanted to do it a long time ago?”
And what remains for me to do? Smarter thoughts did not appear when you woke up. So I called my hairdressers. Fortunately, she understood me by half a word and was already lounging in the chair for a long time, and then (along with all the hairdressing apprentices) they combed, plucked and beveled their feathers like a pity-smelling hen. Your hair will grow, he said, because this time they had to cut a large end.
But the point, dear ones, in this “Long Hair Story” has not yet been established. If you knew what awaited me in the future …
Kinship Karma
– Than? tell me? – Sincerely curious eyes photographed my regenerated hair friends.
When I lost the famous culprit for my hair, Saulia was still quite small. So when we prepared to travel around Africa a few years ago, she stated, “I’m going to set up African cassettes for the trip.” When I heard this, I stood with a pestle like Alexander the Great’s fighting horse. “Only through my corpse!” – I screamed, and then, as if I was icing with a maternal love of chocolate cheese, I squatted down and looked for a hairdresser to perform such a service.
Sometimes that kinship karma (I mean, the weak hair of me, mom, grandma) takes and turns at the other end, showing not a grimace, but a very smiling emoticon face.
Saulia, that bright sun of mine, after having received a hairstyle of a hundred cassettes, flew like wings, the Africans used it on their hands, and my face grew more and more, knowing that soon, oh, the day of that revenge would come soon …
I agreed to the final in advance. The hairdresser, who braided, found the cassettes for her daughter and braided. I deliberately did not participate in it. I didn’t want to be that old bamboo that babbled every two words: “I didn’t tell you!”, “You had to listen to me” … Just at night, when I saw a daughter ripped off with a barely thick cassette, I closed my room and I cried silently for a long time. “Well why, why, God,” I growled sadly, with Saulia’s beautiful hair in my mind, “have we never learned from strangers’ mistakes?”
And after a while, Saulia cut her hair. She herself has seen, in youthful jargon, that after Africa they are not something. And again, I was not in favor. In my mind, like a mantra, I repeated my mother’s words that you will never, oh, never, daughter, you will never have your beautiful cash registers …
“But your Sunny hair, although short, is now very beautiful and healthy,” the listener of my confession was quick to argue.
Oh yeah! Sometimes that kinship karma (I mean, the weak hair of me, mom, grandma) takes and turns at the other end, showing not a grimace, but a very smiling emoticon face. It’s like teaching us that even the worst experience sometimes turns into a lesson and then takes and comes to good. Yes … My two daughters, Saulia and Cornelia, currently have short hair. Very suitable for them. And I also like the fact that none of those around me can joke about my princesses now: long hair – short mind …
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