*sproing* Blue! *sproing* Blue!
Aug. 12th, 2002 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksI am over the flu. This is good. So Ruth and I went down to the Village to look for a place that would dye my hair blue, because I've wanted my hair dark blue for a Really, Really Long Time now, at least a year. We had a very good day of it. We did find a hairdresser, and I have an appointment for tomorrow, and she is exactly what I had been hoping for, someone who has a great deal of fun at her job and who also turns out to be an anime fan. (Saiyuki cosplay people: this woman makes clip-on hair, really quite cheap, and very real-looking, and I bet she'd give us a group rate.) I am not actually going to get my hair dyed blue, because she says that would be Insanely Expensive, since I'd have to bleach it, and she can't think of a semi-permanent dye that would last more than a week or so and they don't make permanent blues. So she is doing something complicated with extensions, that will look like mine's been dyed, but last longer and cost less than half as much. Did I mention that I like this woman? I am looking forward to having blue hair.
After making the appointment, we wandered about a little, and found this nifty tea place that makes drinks I had never heard of previously and have never seen anywhere else. The menu was a little intimidating (barley tea with cassava pearls and agar? Sesame milkshake? Stuff I couldn't pronounce or recognize?) but the drinks were insanely good. I had a honeydew melon milkshake with a hint of green tea in it, and Ruth had... um... it was green... I forget... but not the same shade as the honeydew... it tasted really good when I had a sip, anyhow. Going back there. Getting up the nerve to try the barley stuff. The restaurant itself was beautiful, too. It was painted this very, very subtle shade of purple, and the entirety of the interior decoration consisted of some colored lights trained up the wall, which played against the purple and caused it to shimmer and have layers. Next time people we know are in New York, I am sure we shall drag you there and see what you make of the menu.
Then we went and browsed in one of those nifty clothing shops they have in the Village, the ones which many unenlightened persons avoid due to fear of possibly wandering into a shop that sells stuff having to do with sex. These stores do, in fact, sell many items of clothing which could not actually be worn in public, but what said unenlightened persons remain unaware of is that they are also the last refuge in the big city of Really Comfortable clothing. Clothing that looks neat and is fun to wear and lets one move while wearing it. Clothing from the 1600s forward, and modern stuff made in ways that actually cause it to be pleasant-- the first person to make jeans out of suede was really onto something comfort-wise. Clothing made out of Chinese brocade and Japanese kimono fabric and bright soft prints and leather. Also the world's most kick-ass trenchcoats. Mind you, most of this sort of thing is waaaaay too expensive for me to actually buy, but I can put up with the usual screeching sound system and surly, malevolent clerks and overemphasis on obscenity one usually gets in these shops for the while it takes to browse. Heck, these particular people had shoes I liked, and those of you who know how much I loathe, despise, and abominate shoe shopping will understand how much of a concession that is. And I found the Perfect Dress, and will save up for it. It is based on the principle that a corset really is the most comfortable form of feminine underclothing, so that one might as well be built into a dress, but that there is no reason to be showy about it. Consequently, it is the only dress I have ever seen that I would feel comfortable playing Sock Attrition in, because it is that well made and allows that much freedom of movement. It even fit.
I am not going to mention the name of the store, as it is somewhat unprintable, really.
But I had a very good day. Blue...
After making the appointment, we wandered about a little, and found this nifty tea place that makes drinks I had never heard of previously and have never seen anywhere else. The menu was a little intimidating (barley tea with cassava pearls and agar? Sesame milkshake? Stuff I couldn't pronounce or recognize?) but the drinks were insanely good. I had a honeydew melon milkshake with a hint of green tea in it, and Ruth had... um... it was green... I forget... but not the same shade as the honeydew... it tasted really good when I had a sip, anyhow. Going back there. Getting up the nerve to try the barley stuff. The restaurant itself was beautiful, too. It was painted this very, very subtle shade of purple, and the entirety of the interior decoration consisted of some colored lights trained up the wall, which played against the purple and caused it to shimmer and have layers. Next time people we know are in New York, I am sure we shall drag you there and see what you make of the menu.
Then we went and browsed in one of those nifty clothing shops they have in the Village, the ones which many unenlightened persons avoid due to fear of possibly wandering into a shop that sells stuff having to do with sex. These stores do, in fact, sell many items of clothing which could not actually be worn in public, but what said unenlightened persons remain unaware of is that they are also the last refuge in the big city of Really Comfortable clothing. Clothing that looks neat and is fun to wear and lets one move while wearing it. Clothing from the 1600s forward, and modern stuff made in ways that actually cause it to be pleasant-- the first person to make jeans out of suede was really onto something comfort-wise. Clothing made out of Chinese brocade and Japanese kimono fabric and bright soft prints and leather. Also the world's most kick-ass trenchcoats. Mind you, most of this sort of thing is waaaaay too expensive for me to actually buy, but I can put up with the usual screeching sound system and surly, malevolent clerks and overemphasis on obscenity one usually gets in these shops for the while it takes to browse. Heck, these particular people had shoes I liked, and those of you who know how much I loathe, despise, and abominate shoe shopping will understand how much of a concession that is. And I found the Perfect Dress, and will save up for it. It is based on the principle that a corset really is the most comfortable form of feminine underclothing, so that one might as well be built into a dress, but that there is no reason to be showy about it. Consequently, it is the only dress I have ever seen that I would feel comfortable playing Sock Attrition in, because it is that well made and allows that much freedom of movement. It even fit.
I am not going to mention the name of the store, as it is somewhat unprintable, really.
But I had a very good day. Blue...
