#MicroblogMonday – This and that #3

I played adult today and finally opened/started a retirement fund-thing for myself. How am I not 18 or 21 anymore? And why does it still feel like I am playing house at times?


It has been 4 months since I first got my hair bleached and dyed. My “roots” were showing pretty bad, but I finally bleached them last night. I was so nervous to bleach my own hair, but it wasn’t so bad. I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. After that, I dyed all of my hair green again. I mixed the Marge Blue and Daisy Yellow of Herman’s Amazing hair color that I had from a previous dye job. Except I used a more yellow and got a more spring green color. I love it!
There are more hair photos at the bottom. I was having fun this morning.


Tadbit might be the sporty one in the family. She loves her brother’s hockey stick and ball. She’s even pretty good at hitting the ball with the stick. But what she really likes is this mini golf club and golf ball that we got in a Kinder Surprise egg. She saw me once show Paxlet how to use it and she has been “practicing” with it ever since. The ball is also a prized item to walk around with, when we let her. (The ball is very small and more likely to be easily swallowed than choked on, but we’d still like to keep it on the outside.)


Yesterday I gave Paxlet his very own craft box. I took crafty items from my many craft boxes, put them in a box just for him and told him to go at it. He loved it! There is stickers, tape, a glue stick, tissue paper, colored paper, cardboard bits, wooden craft shapes, straws, string, fuzz balls, and so on. Scissors are kept separately, which he can have when he asks for them.


And the rest of the pictures.


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#MicroblogMonday – More hair fun!

I can’t wait for Paxlet to have an opinion on his hair. I want to see how he wants it cut/styled. Mohawk? Long? Shaved? Colors*?


Tadbit had her first hair cut a week ago Sunday. Literally, it was one hair. It was growing down into her eye, while the rest of the hairs are still at forehead length.


I bought these two hair dye colors last week: Herman’s Amazing hair color in Marge Blue and Daisy Yellow.
I should have put them my hair once the kids were asleep that night, but by the time they were asleep, I just couldn’t be bothered. So I finally dyed my hair on Friday, when I thought for sure Tadbit would take a 1-2 hour nap. She only napped one hour. I put her in her crib, dragged it in the hallway and let her watch me dye my hair. When it was time to wash the dye out, she got a bath and I got a shower. Both of us were happy.

I love the green I got when I mixed the two colors! I can’t wait to do it again in a couple of weeks. I’m also thinking of trying out some more colors at some point in the (near?) future.

*Coloring we’ll have to look at for chemical and safety reasons, but I’m not opposed to colors.

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The “me” on the inside

For the most part, I’ve always dressed pretty normal and nothing that outlandish. During my last two years of high school*, where I finally felt like I fit in, I dressed “hippy chick”-ish and also grunge-ish. Both styles in the same week, most likely. I got my nose pierced when I was 16 almost 17 (1993) and dyed my hair with Kool-aid a few times and even used Forest Green Manic Panic once. But for the most part, the outside me looked pretty normal.

My friends at the time dressed much more out there than me. They wore their… genre? style? personality? …much more out there for all to see. Some of my friends were skaters, punks, gutter punks (think train-hopping stinky and dirty *grin* it was true!), grunge and then there was my BFF who was very hippy chick (patchouli anyone?). All the same, but individual in our own way. We were “The Corner People“. The only other person who had their nose pierced at the time was a guy. He pierced his septum (you know, like where bull’s have the ring?) himself! This guy also stapled his pants to his legs because…I don’t remember why. And he had an amazing mo-hawk! Until he chopped it off one day, but that’s another story. This guy was very…punk.

But me, even to this day, I’m not sure how I fit in the group. Or how or why they accepted me. (But I am thankful they did!)

The inside me…that’s a whole different me. The inside me loves gothic, punk, piercings, tattoos, grunge, skater and more. I see people dressed in any of those different styles while out and about and I just want to smile at them**, admire their clothes/hair/whatever. But because I look so “normal” I am worried they’ll think I’m…a fake? a wanna be? I just don’t know how to wear those styles on a regular basis and pull it off. I also feel that the lifestyle I have chosen just doesn’t fit any of those. I’m still a pretty normal looking girl. Well, except now that I have green hair!

I have green hair! Somehow, this green hair on the outside of me has made me feel a bit more like the inside me. I can now be seen walking down the street (pushing a stroller) with my green hair. I sort of feel like I have a bit of street cred now.

My gosh this all sounds silly now that I’ve written it all down. Basically, the outer me feels a bit more like the inner me these days.

*We moved across town to the other nearby town, thus my switching high schools.

**I’ve lived in Finland too long. If you smile at or talk to anyone on the street/bus, you are either a) drunk or b) foreigner. Ok, maybe not really…but well, yeah it still does hold some truth. LOL

Hair me out

I love color! Over the years I’ve expressed my love of colors in some interesting ways. Sometimes it has been through my fingernail polish (orange, many shades of green, black, white, red, glitter, purple, etc), clothes, different colored pens for taking notes and even with different colors in my hair. Recently (this has been in drafts for some time…) there was an article shared in Prompt-ly by Mel about how pink is the IN color right now for dying your hair. After reading this article, I couldn’t help but think of my hair-journey over the years. I’ve had many colors, but never pink-pink and I don’t think I will. I’m just not that type of a girl.

One of the first times I remember dying my hair was when I was about 14 years old. My best friend and I at the time, had roughly shoulder length hair. We cut our hair on a diagonal (not losing the length on one side), but we did opposite diagonals. So depending on who was on the left and who was on the right, you either saw a down-arrow or an up-arrow. And then we died the bottom inch or two in black.

Then a couple of years later, my group of besties and I dyed our hair with Kool-Aid (and vinegar). It worked quite well, even if we did manage to get color everywhere and especially on our hands. The Kool-Aid smell was great, even if there was a hint of vinegar to go with it. We found that purples and reds (grape (my favorite to drink), black cherry, cherry) gave the best colors.

I’m on the right hand side in the below picture. I know you can’t see my Kool-Aid dye-job, but trust me, it is there as a light purple-ish (not pink!).

I know that at some point during my teenage years I also used regular hair dye to get some low-lights (opposite of high lights). I always went darker, never lighter. I had a complex about being called a blond and thus never wanted blond hair. I think I was ditsy enough (although, most of it was an act) without needing it to be reinforced with hair color.

My first really crazy color was Manic-Panics’ Forest Green. I was 18-19 years old, working in at my first real-real job the coffeehouse. It was a cool job and most of the ‘kids’ would come in there. I definitely spent way too much time there. But, back to hair color… I dyed my longish hair forest green, without bleaching it first. The color would have shown up much better if I had bleached my hair first, but it still showed well enough. My bosses weren’t too impressed, so I had to wear a hat while at work.
I wish I had a picture of this time, but if any exist, I have no idea where they are.

I’ve also dyed my hair with henna. I loved the orange/red it would give me. I think one of the first times I used henna was when I was about 20-21 years of age. Right around the time I met Mr Siili (but I was still with my ex).

This first picture is one time immediately after dying my hair. (Notice my frog corner in the background? I loved that little wall-corner area.) The second picture was during a ‘photo shoot’ one afternoon while playing around with a cloak and fun dresses. I’ve always loved this mischievous smile on my face. I’ve also dyed my hair with henna years later while in Finland, but if there are any pictures, they aren’t anything special.

The picture below is just after I had gotten my hair dyed with red and blond stripes in Estonia. I think this must have been around 2002 or 2003. I did buy those elf-slippers from the open air market. (I still have them, but need to fix the bottom of one.)
The 2nd and third pictures just show my hair in better color-detail.

Sometime during the first few years of living in Finland I played with Manic Panic hair dye again (and some other brand I can’t remember the name of). By this point I had some Forest Green left, but I also had Tiger-lilly, Midnight Blue, Purple Haze and some other purple-ish color of which I can’t remember the name. Usually I would do a stripe or two in my hair and not my whole head. I even managed to get Mr Siili to dye his hair a time or two, mainly for Vappu (May 1st, Finland’s Labour Day) or a costume party.

One year, October 2006, I went all out for a costume party and dyed my long locks all purple. I LOVED IT! And talk about my work being shocked when I went in the next week.

A few weeks later, I decided it was time to chop all my hair off and donate the braid to Locks of Love. This was the first time in years (since junior high?) that I had my hair this short. My work was yet again shocked.

A few weeks later, I added a blue stripe in my hair. When I got tired of that, I removed the purple and blue (which turned green) and dyed my hair Tiger-lily, with a stripe of Forest green. This time my work was shocked, but they were waiting for it.

This picture must be sometime early 2007. The orange is gone, but there is still some color that is not my own. Also, my hair has grown out some.

End of August 2007 saw me with my mostly natural hair color, and a bit longer in length, at the next costume party.

Two years ago I dyed my hair a dark brown. I liked it! The below picture was taken when Mr Siili and I were in the US visiting my family (September 2010). The black cat is Sabby (aka Sabbath).

Yesterday, my hair was decently long for my weekly Paxlet pictures, but I’ve been thinking of chopping it off again for a few weeks. (My hair is up in a clip/ponytail thingy.)

And today, this is what I have now! Ignore my not-so-smiley face, it’s hard taking photos of oneself. LOL

I’ve been thinking that while I am on maternity leave, I might bleach it and dye it some funky color. Blue? Green? Purple? And then as it gets closer to going back to work, I’d chop it all off (very short) to get rid of the color. But, who knows, I may keep the color when I go back to work, I don’t think work will mind.

As you can see, there has been a long journey with me and my hair. And I know it’s not over yet!