You put a historical costuming-interested female down in front of a movie and the next day she goes balmly.
Mmmm...yes, Racheal has been watching 1940's movies again. And decided to try her hand at pin curls...
I suspect I may be a bit on the nuts side, trying pin curls by myself in hair that reaches a good couple inches past my waist. (For one, my arms simply are not *that* double jointed.) Oh, and the fact that I started with dry (though clean) hair. (edit...I went ahead with dry because after having done a single pin curl before with wet hair and once with dry, I discovered it set and held better dry. Kinda backwards, if you ask me.)
I figured, instead of trying to do it with all that long hair left to tangle itself up, I would split it into sections, held by hair bands.
I curled the upper back first, then the right back section, then the left and culminated with the front. A large percentage of that went into a big roll right smack dab on the top of my head.
I believe that technically, a pin curl is not supposed to have any twist in it (I mean twisting the hair before or while rolling it up), but I confess that the only way I managed the ones in the very back was twisting my hair while rolling it. That doesn't make much sense, but if you were doing your own hair way back there, I think what I mean would become very obvious. :D
Once I was safely pinned all over, I went into the bathroom, turned on the spigot and started dampening my head (not too much). I dabbed the excess water off and tied my hair up, ready to tackle my dusty, messy bedroom!
I cleaned my room. That sounds simple, right? Think again...I rearranged the top of my vanity; that included changing the towel on the top of it (protects it from more cat-scratches than it already sports [wish it did a better job; it's an antique]). Then I dusted and changed up my dresser and bookshelf...okay, no big deal.
The real terror was the table upon which I have everything from my own personal iron (which needs to be used soon) to a different kind of iron, from purses to my "project" stack (i.e. clothes that need repairing or patterns made off them) to my cross-stitch stash to baby dolls (yes, you read that right) and other odds and ends. Well. I got that cleaned OFF before lunch, dusted the table, pulled it away from the wall and vacuumed the floor all along that wall. Curio managed to jump into the cat water sometime around here and spill almost an entire bowl of water on the floor...at a place were it was impossible, without moving half the furniture, to flip the carpet up. I put as much friction into the clean up as possible (thank-you Savannah for rushing to my assistance by going and getting me those towels!). I did manage to reach underneath the upper carpet (there are two...both very old and not necessarily in pristine condition) and check on the lower carpet (which then sits on the hardwood floor). It was just barely damp, so I felt comfortable with my job.
About the time I got done there, I realized I had my hungry brain-dead coming on, so I quit until after lunch (and coffee and dishes). Returning to "the Pile", it didn't take me too long to get thing organized in neater stacks than they had been. Hopefully, it made it more usable as well.
Anyway, by the time I got done with my room, it was after 4 and I was ready to check on my experiment.
My immediate reaction (lessened thanks to the time it took to get the picture to take):
Katherine told me the proper way to brush out pin-curls (she's done more research it than I have...obviously) and I set about it.
(By the way, pin curls are not going to become a regular feature in my life. They take way too long for that...and I'm not going to sleep in bobby pins. I know people do it, but I'm not people, I'm me. But then I say I want to do WWII reenacting...bah! I'm not sleeping in bobby pins!)
Wow. Okay, so that was some Racheal thinking out loud stuff. Now you know sorta what it's like when I argue with myself.