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livI've had my hair cut.
It's about halfway down my back. Still long enough to put up, long enough to be called 'long', but there's a good 25 cm of it missing. I asked the hairdressers to cut as little as possible, but I knew that as little as possible was going to be rather a lot. The evidence of a decade of neglect is gone, and I kind of miss it, split ends and broken strands and raggedness and all. It's all the same length now, though, and neat and thick and blunt-ended.
To console myself for losing my cherished hair I had what remains of it coloured. It's come out rather better than I expected, it's sort of auburny but really not too artificial-looking. It's like an enhanced version of my natural colour, and not far off the imaginary hair colour of the idealized version of me I carry in my head. So I'm quite pleased with it.
I'm told that the way forward is to lose the centre parting I've had for more than half my life. I'm not doing too well at convincing my hair to fall any other way, but I'm working on it. So yeah, it's tending towards a fashionably careless flick-over kind of impression. I will try to get someone to take photos of me in the next couple of days so people who live far away from me can see my new image.
It took two hairdressers over three hours to get it done, and cost £80. So it's not something I'm going to make a habit of. This will probably be my image until it's completely faded and grown out, so I suppose I'd better get used to looking like this!
They said they'd never coloured hair as long as mine before. It's not really exceptional any more though, just medium long, but I have to admit it looks more professional, more grown-up, less like I'm completely indifferent to my own appearance. Which is largely true, but at least for the next few months of job interviews this fact about me will not be immediately obvious.
I've been psyching myself up for this for weeks but I am still a little thrown by it. I'm trying to focus on the 'yay, neat! yay colour!' and not so much on missing the length, but I am feeling a little down, a little deenergized. I'll get used to it, I'm sure, and of course it won't stay this in between length forever.
Today is the fifth day, with no weeks yet completed, of the Omer
It's about halfway down my back. Still long enough to put up, long enough to be called 'long', but there's a good 25 cm of it missing. I asked the hairdressers to cut as little as possible, but I knew that as little as possible was going to be rather a lot. The evidence of a decade of neglect is gone, and I kind of miss it, split ends and broken strands and raggedness and all. It's all the same length now, though, and neat and thick and blunt-ended.
To console myself for losing my cherished hair I had what remains of it coloured. It's come out rather better than I expected, it's sort of auburny but really not too artificial-looking. It's like an enhanced version of my natural colour, and not far off the imaginary hair colour of the idealized version of me I carry in my head. So I'm quite pleased with it.
I'm told that the way forward is to lose the centre parting I've had for more than half my life. I'm not doing too well at convincing my hair to fall any other way, but I'm working on it. So yeah, it's tending towards a fashionably careless flick-over kind of impression. I will try to get someone to take photos of me in the next couple of days so people who live far away from me can see my new image.
It took two hairdressers over three hours to get it done, and cost £80. So it's not something I'm going to make a habit of. This will probably be my image until it's completely faded and grown out, so I suppose I'd better get used to looking like this!
They said they'd never coloured hair as long as mine before. It's not really exceptional any more though, just medium long, but I have to admit it looks more professional, more grown-up, less like I'm completely indifferent to my own appearance. Which is largely true, but at least for the next few months of job interviews this fact about me will not be immediately obvious.
I've been psyching myself up for this for weeks but I am still a little thrown by it. I'm trying to focus on the 'yay, neat! yay colour!' and not so much on missing the length, but I am feeling a little down, a little deenergized. I'll get used to it, I'm sure, and of course it won't stay this in between length forever.
Today is the fifth day, with no weeks yet completed, of the Omer
Holiness & Emunah of the women
Date: 2009-12-24 06:01 pm (UTC)2.Remember that the Jewish women are very, very holy. They are much more holy than the men. Look at the exemplary behaviour of the women at Har Sinai.
The women never sinned at the Eigel, and so are greatly elevated. Many of the men, unfortunately, ran after a calf made out of a lump of gold – after they had just been given the Torah, and seen the greatest of all Revelations. The women refused to give their gold for the avodah zarah of the men.
The women were greatly elevated after such a wonderful display of Emunah, and they are regarded very highly in Shamayim.
That is why women are not even required to pray. They can pray at home on their own. Nor do women have to make up a minyan. That is how holy the Jewish women are. Men have to pray 3 times a day to remind them of their Creator.
The men are telling the women to put the hair of a non-Jewish woman who may have eaten things like snakes and sharks and alligators, and has worshipped in churches, Buddist temples or Hindu temples : on their own Heads. They had better wake up.
If the men don’t want to wake up to the truth, and the true interpretation of the Halacha, the women will wake them up – whether they like it or not.
3. Many righteous women influenced their husbands for the good at the Chet Haeigel and at the time of Korach.
It was these righteous women who succeeded in bringing their husbands back to their senses.
And because of these great women, the lives of their husbands were saved. Those men therefore turned away from the madness of avodah zarah, and the rebellion of Korach against Hashem's choice of Aharon, as Cohen HaGadol.