Scared of Commitment? Hair Chalk :)

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I made use today of the blonde hair I’ve had for a couple weeks now. Being stuck in the bush with an iPhone and the Internet is both a fascinating and evil thing. Pinterest (thank you, Kristen, I spend all day on it) had multiple pinnings of this neat thing called hair chalking.

It entails temporarily dyeing ones hair with chalk. Not all of it though! Just pieces here and there. Seemed to me in most of the pictures people had blonde hair for chalking, but you can do it with dark hair too. I figured I may as well put the blonde in my hair to use (still don’t know if I’m liking the ombré style).

It is so freakin’ basic.

This is all I did:

Step 1: Took literally the cheapest chalk ever (picture at bottom of page $1 🙂 thanks to ‘K’) picked my color (blue) and put it in a half-filled cup of water, keeping half of the stick dry so you don’t need gloves. Leave chalk in for 5-10 min.

Step 2: Take a random section of hair and twist all the strands together. That way when you put the chalk on, it’s more textured to pick up the color.

Step 3: Do yourself a favor and just do this part outside. In a t-shirt that you’ve worn for three days you’ll be washing tonight. Take the chalk out of the water, and rub it down the piece of twisted hair. Keep doing this till the hair is either coated, or you have the desired amount of color on it. Remember that some of it will come off right after its dry.

Step 4: Let the strand dry, then take a straightener, and give it some movement. Loosely curl it. This will help set the color in the strands.

Step 5: Spritz with hair spray to help stop it from shedding off the chalk.

Voila!!!!! So simple 🙂 and generally washes out with 1-2 washes (usually light hair takes longer).

Enjoy!

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It’s the Little Things in Life

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Mmm! A spoonful of delicious, forbidden granola from the palace of the worksite. I’ve been there. It’s like a prison. The men call it Auschwitz, but it’s formally known as the “lodge”.
If you like the luxuries but you mind not having friends, this place is for you. There’s a mudman who works for the rigs I befriended. He smuggled two bags of the granola out of there. He’s pretty much my dealer for granola and Starbucks tea.

It’s truly the little things in life you come to treasure and appreciate here.
One of them being a toilet. Imagine having to go to the bathroom outside, whip your pants down, and pee before someone drives by. You learn tricks though. You come to learn how to pee in a bucket in the back of an MTC and when you discover that, it definitely FEELS like a luxury. There’s technique to be learned though. It only takes urinating on the seat of your own pants once and having to sit in it the rest of the day to teach you to make sure they are out of the way!
And going number 2? There is no woman who can take a graceful sh*t in the woods. After a long hike, it’s a “stop, squat, and plop”. And then you bury it like an animal, but with your eyes closed pretending it never happened. No, it was not that color, and no it did not just smell like that.

The worst part? You get into the habit of peeing outside your car door like its a normal thing. The first time in the city when you feel the urge and reach for the door handle, you realize you must make it to a bathroom. Quickly. How did you ever hold it long enough before? The memory eludes you, and you pee shamelessly in the darkness of the Calgary Zoo Parking lot anyways.

The end.