My hair got ridiculously long – about halfway between my shoulder blades and my waist.
And it was driving me CRAZY.
I’m not talking about fancy hairstyling, nothing like that. I’m talking about something in my hair causes my skin to break out everywhere it touches. (Changing hair products has been zero help. I’ve tried literally hundreds.) So I tried pinning it up, braiding it up, anything to keep it from actually touching my body — other than my scalp, which I just have to deal with unless I do some kind of permanent hair removal. Which, at this rate, isn’t completely off the table.
So I went in and got the hair chopped to chin length. It helped, but I was still breaking out on the back of my neck and sides of my face. The next time I went a bit shorter – layers, just skimmed my neck in back and had only a fringe around my face. It was MUCH better, enough I figured I could live with it.
So a couple of weeks ago I went in for a trim, hoping to revert from Cowardly Lion territory to the layered fringe… and came away with a SUPER short pixie instead. No, it’s not what I asked for or wanted. Thankfully hair grows out (and mine grows out fast), but yeesh.
More vacation photos.
The windmill photo up top is from somewhere in Kansas, taken on the second day of our drive back home. I like its simplicity and serenity.
The photo below — a crumbling block building with cardboard cowboys in the windows — was taken in an Itty biity place called Elida, New Mexico.
We took a lot of photos in the Midwest, obviously — but some of my favorites come from the westernmost leg of the trip. I mean, part of that’s because I’m partial to ghost towns and ruins, vs. manicured lawns and rose gardens. (For photos, anyway.) Part of it, though, is just a difference in the character of the buildings and of the landscape.
I love the elegant-but-creepy ambience of this old lodge (below) and the sky roiling behind it. It’s the only time in the entire trip we ran into rain. It was mild, mostly light sprinkles, interspersed with shorter bursts of moderate rain.
The edifice shown above was built in 1908, which skews older for this territory, at least for anything that wasn’t Mexican or Hispanic in origin. The building is in Carrizozo, New Mexico, where we took a LOT of amazing photos. Most of the structures in this town were in poorer condition, though none I saw were bad enough to reach ghost-town status.
We pulled into Carrizozo late afternoon/early evening, so the light was also in our favor. Score!
I can just make out writing that was once a sign on this storefront. I can read “AND USED FURNITUR…”. Presumably New and Used Furniture. Looks like there are several more layers of signage, though, and I can’t make any of those out. If you can, please leave a note. I love trying to decipher the original writing on old buildings.
Sorry to hear about your hair issues. I hope cutting it off and then regrowing it out will help. Love the photos of the old buildings. That Masonic Temple was rather “horror movie-like”.
I know, right? We loved the little town — lots of horror-adjacent structures. I could see a Stephen King movie being filmed there.
I can see the letters on the other lines of the sign… may have to actually use a computer to see more, clearly. (good grief, that feels so odd to type!)
Hair. One of my current annoyances; here is to a quick growth!
I can tell there WERE letters — but can’t make them out. I used my computer to try and bring them up, but didn’t have much luck.