Hirsute Pursuit: Ombré Highlights Edition

I gots a new hair situation happening here and I'm happy about it.

WHOOP WHOOP! Rise the roof! Yay!

It lends itself nicely to the "au naturel" state of my hair, otherwise known as "wavy." EVERYBODY, I'VE DROPPED THE STRAIGHTENING IRON. Be proud!

OH SOFT BABY CHEESUS, my roots. I should have done my roots.

My inspiration? MOON BLOODGOOD. Her face-framing highlights are much more subtle, but fanciful nonetheless.

In Falling Skies (via Google Imgs)

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Proper outfit pictures. And they involve a faux leather vest. Every summer wardrobe includes leather vest, right? Right? YIKERS.

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Inspiration? BRITTA PERRY, natch. She is all leather, all the time. (INSERT APPROPRIATE AD QUOTE NOW: "'I'm looking for something that says... 'Dad likes leather.' Something that says 'leather daddy'? 'There's such a thing?'").

Found here.

Found here.

**SUMMER TIME MUSIC:

It's all about WU LYF's LYF right now.

Hirsute Pursuit: Cousin It.

What I WISH my hair would look like:

From Google Images.

Who am I kidding? Here's how I want my hair to ACTUALLY look like:

Also From Google Images.

Where my hair's at- about, ummm 5 feet short of my "Cousin It Hair Goal" dreams. That's cool, though, COOL. No worries, no worries. I'll get there soon enough:

Insert appropriate Willow Smith/"I whip my hurrrr back n forth" comments... NOW:

**BECAUSE SHE SOUNDS LIKE A DEMON FROM HELL:
I'm sure everyone's heard of the FAAAAB-U-LOUUUS Rebecca Black by now with her monstrosity of song, Friday. And YES, my co-worker and I listened to it about 4 times at work and conversed about Ms. Rebecca's dilemma of "which seat should [she] take" or "partying, partying yeah" (with a rapper? stop following schoolbus, you creepy pedo).

But the best video remix to come out of this viral sensation is this one. IT SOUNDS LIKE SHE'S SUMMONING THE DEVIL OR MUSTAKRAKISH (wait for it at 4:08, but hide inside your closet because a dethtroll is a'coming for you):

That's Soooo Stochastic: Hair + Sunglasses Edition.

Awhile back, I was thinking about doing a post on my new, fantastical bright red hair color.

Awhile back, I was thinking of posting up my freshly purchased pink polk-a-dot'd and black polk-a-dot'd sunglasses.

So instead of troubling... myself (me hates me keeping me too busy) of doing two long-winded posts on two things, ONE POST ON TWO THINGS. It's, like, genius.

Since then, I've changed hair colors and gotten new sunglasses, and here's a visual timeline of me... being me.

[Because saying, "That's so random" is soooo early 2000's/"Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County," just say "That's sooo stochastic." You'll feel smart (even if your saying something dumb).]

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To achieve this hair color: A quick bleaching (less than 20 minutes), then mix 80% Adore Haircolor in Crimson Red (or Rich Fuschia) + 20% Adore Haircolor in Purple Rage. I call it my "Ronald McDonald Special Sauce."

From JC Penney's (whaaaa? I know).

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From Target (but years ago, sooo don't go googling it).

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From Mosley Tribe.

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From Alexander Wang (have since been returned do to "fat face").

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Now we move on to the "Brownie Times." To achieve hair color: Wash out as much of the red hair dye as possible, then re-dye with L'Oreal Healthy Look Creme Gloss Color, Medium Brown Truffle 5.

From ASOS.

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From BleuDame.com (I hate this picture, but these are my go-to glasses).

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Thaaaaat's A LOT of face photos, but it's done. DONE DEAL. I've been staring at these pictures for awhile, and NOW I realize why people think I hate them and/or that I'm angry (they reeeeally do. I get a lot of "I thought you didn't like me!", "How come you don't smile?", and "Are you all right?" comments): STOP FURROWING YOUR BROWS, it's bad for your face.

**EDIT: P.S. Went to the Long Beach Flea Market for the first time and it was.... eh. It's hard to get excited when you see THE SAME VENDORS from another flea market THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY TO GET INTO (cough, cough PCC Flea Market- ILOVEYOU).

My White Hot RAGE - Pompadour Edition

My hair is in a constant state of flux. I frequently want to discuss where our relationship is going, but my hair just won't have it. That's why the girl pompadour has become my new bestest friend ever. In life.

all images found via google.com

Hirsute Pursuit (pt II).

It's gonna get weird real fast and real soooon because: IT'S CONFESSION TIME. CONFESSION TIME #1: Sometimes, I wish I was a DUDE. For reeeaalllls, people, FOR. REALS. As a lady (Lady Kaya, as I was known backintheday), I have to choose to wear shorts/skirt/pants/jeans with a tanktop/tshirt/buttonup/fancytop with sandals/sneaks/boots/chucks. It gets real hard, real tough, REAL FAST. But if I was a dude, I'd probably rotate the same three shirts, two jeans, and sneaks every three to five days. But most of alllllll, I'D GET A SLAMMMMMIN' HAIRCUT. I'd either go long, dirty rocker hair length, a la Axl Rose in the 80s-90s (so, sans cornrows), or go totally floppy-top, with the sides and back cut short. Hmmmm, yah. So, hopefully in my next lifetime, I'll be reincarnated into a guy with riduculous hair. FINGERS CROSSED.

Ohhhhh my lady instincts won't let me let go of my long hair just yet, but one day... ONE DAY!

--- CONFESSION TIME #2: If I had the balls to cop anyone's style, I'd take Wednesday Addams style please! She mastered the blank, dead-face stare that I ADORE; she has the whole "floral-on-black-with-white-collar" dress market cornered; BUT MOST OF ALLLLL, she gots some zazzzzfied hair. She has shiny-ness and sheen that could blind a baby's eyes! And when it's coupled with the widow-peak and the "five-head" that she sports..... IT'S LIKE WHOA. JEALOUS.

"I'm a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else." HOLLLLA at that. Images from HEL LOOKS, Hoy, Stil in Berlin, StockholmStreetStyle, Oslo Stil, & Google Images.

Hirsute Pursuit (pt I).

I have always had BIG plans for my hair. I want it HUGE; I want rolling waves + a 90s perm; I want to be able to wear my hair down during the coldest, rain-iest, and windiest days and be okay with it. But I also want it long enough to braid so I can live out my Wednesday Addams/Swedish milkmaid/Pochantas/Tonto dreams. But what I really need is a trimmy trim trim for my split ends. Wohhh wohhh. The damns internet and its fancy websites have just fueled the fire that I call, "Kaya's Next Hair Dream Checklist" (the title lacks some zazz but the pictures more than make up for it). --- Kaya's Next Hair Dream Checklist: 1. I adore BIG hair when it's to done the 90454094 power (but leaving the hairspary in back in 90s). But I adore it EVEN more when it looks like its been lazily pushed to one side or haphazardly knotted in a high bun.

2. I was born with dark black hair that had hints of purple when the sunlight hit it just right. In my teenage angsty years, I dabbled in the rainbow array of colors ranging from magenta pinks to turquoise blues. Just last year, I dyed my hair the various shades of chocolate brown (milk to bittersweet). But now I have settle on a "intense auburn red," as indicated on side of the L'oreal box. It not quite as vibrant as these ladies, BUT I'M WORKING ON IT. Soooo, QUIT hasslin' me.

Images from HEL LOOKS, Hoy, Stil in Berlin, StockholmStreetStyle, Oslo Stil, & Google Images.