It’s a bit embarrassing that I only read books bought during Stockmann’s “Crazy days”, but at the same time it’s very convenient. I’ll just have finished the ones I bought in spring when the fall sale starts. And in between those two there’s always Christmas. (And yes, I only read something like 10 books a year.)
I’m currently occupied with Linda Olsson’s book “nu vill jag sjunga dig milda sånger” (loosely translated: Now, I want to sing you mild/tender songs). It reminds me of my grandparents’ attic – only filled with jam and memories. Maybe my cousins would understand me…
And I came to think of my grandmother. How she, being of the older Christian generation, consider makeup to be a vanity that you can easily live without. It’s the same with coloring ones hair.
I think that not coloring my hair has been an expression of vanity for myself. I like it when the hairdresser asks if it is my own colour and compliments me on how good it looks. But now I’ve done it.
As I’m so cheap I’m still going to Prakticum (a school) to get my hair cut, even though it scares the crap out of me every time. This was no exception. So I go there, I tell them that I don’t want my hair to look like I’m an orange/brown zebra and I come home looking like I’ve got my hair done in 1997 and haven’t changed it since.
So this was the first time I actually went back and complained about how it looked. And believe me, I felt like an ass for doing so! But they colored most of the stripes back to the original colour and now I’m kind of happy with how I look. So it was actually worth it. I take this as a lesson for later, that you should always complain, but complain while smiling.
*Sakna mommo*