This month I had actually planned on a beautiful deep red, but I was walking through a hair salon and came across a shade of …pink. I never imagined I would want to wear a shade of pink, but this is not any shade of pink. Strangely enough, it’s a pink that works with my olive skin for once, instead of clashing against it with cool blue undertones. There is a quality of chocolate to it, a hint of warm magenta, and subtle gold shimmer. Here it is in the bottle, with a gold streak:
|sloppy job around cuticles|
It’s almost like a spice chocolate pink, but without any of the offensive blue or plum undertones that make olive skin look bruised/dead/zombified. This is a miracle.
Because I am a terrible photographer of hands, these will never look in pictures like they do in real life. I am glad my period has arrived just as I was beginning to irritably wonder why it was late, as I managed to catch it before it made a mess.
I also found a flowery hairclip thingy.
|flowery hairclip thingy|
It’s a comb to hold a bun in place, but of course I have lots and lots and lots of hair, and it’s virtually useless to me, unless I can find like fifty of them. Anything less and my hair comes tumbling back down around my waist in its full abundance.