Saturday Afternoon

... included Tom Wolfe in the tub, brioche phantasies and an armada of ginger snaps.

Taking a bath turned into a small Japanese ritual, since I've washed my hair before stepping into the tub. I did not want to soak in dirty water. Japanese people clean themselves thoroughly before stepping into a tub. It really makes a difference.

Menu of the Bath: vanilla bath bomb, shu hair mask and 3 books to choose from.

Tom Wolfe 's "I am Charlotte Simmons" won. I made it through the first chapter. It is always a thrill, reading books from the library in the tub. What if it slips in the water? I know librarians would not want to see those books in the bathroom.
Tom Wolfe's second chapter awaits me at the nightstand, on safe ground.

I enjoyed his foreword. He thanks those who transformed the middle-aged language into a campus-language. Fabulous! Or should I say "Awesome"? Anyway, promising! (enough with the exclamation marks)

Early evening, Niece Paula left the Paula Residence with bags full of brioche Krampusses.

One Krampus turned out as a Beefeater:

The knight and the snowman

The block dots are not rabbit poop! But burnt raisins. ;-)

The damsel, the painter and the little Krampus

An insight: Silly dancing perfectly relaxes any back - after felt thousands of ginger snap-icings. Sorry, no pictures were taken during the fun-breaks.

Today I filled my heart with warmth and joy. I don't know, if charging also works on an emotional level. I believe it does. Tomorrow will tell!

A New Anteater

Hello!

Hillary's pics have been all over the news, on her mission in Myanmar. I will leave politics to others and focus on her appearance, to be precise, on her hair:
What caught my eye is the difference the hair-do makes in her appearance. I like her "image" in the 2nd photo much more, it is sharp and elegant and represents peace in the sense of calm whilst the first photo imho represents a quite unorganized appearance.

I am not trying to reduce her to nothing but looks. It's just that one can can get a much better hearing and sell one's message easier, when the appearance matches the message.

Uh, I can tell, I won't make tracks. I admit, I am no better than all the men, who reduce women in politics to there mere looks. :-/ Paula the hair chauvinist.

Now that this posting already took a wrong direction, I like to jump to a completely different. There is no smooth way that would lead from Hillary to a baby anteater anyway. At least none I can think of.

All I can think of is how adoring and incredible cute this baby anteater is, holding on to it's anteater-mummy:

Funny little creature!

Some funny little creatures are going to inhabit the Paula Residence later today:

Not for the first time, my blog came in handy, since I've posted the brioche-recipe earlier this year and I remembered I preferred some alterations, but I could not exactly remember what it was.

I will bake the "Krampus" together with Niece Paula. I had to top last weekends cookie-baking with some exciting baking. Krampus it is! My mum called me yesterday and told me, Niece Paula is already coming up with names for all the Krampusses (one for her mum, one for her dad, her sister, her grandma ...). She just texted me, if we can also do some handicrafts. We had fun last year when we scrapped christmas cards. Glue, pearls, glitter, hairdryer, pens, scissors ....
I am thankful for her company. Lets see, what she has to say about the baby anteater. :-)

Photos: http://www.zoovienna.at/news/ameisenbaer-geboren/
To be visited in the Schönbrunn Zoo,Vienna.

Have a nice 2nd Advent weekend,
hopefully with the ones you love.

Explicit Content aka Chopped-Off Hair

Hello, hello!

To those, who you can't stand the look of chopped-off hair on the floor, imitating Tribbles, please don't scroll down. Because today we chopped a lot!


Here the story behind the story:
About three weeks ago, I asked my hairstylist during my regular appointment (touch-up for the roots), to change my look. I was bored with my straight, shoulderlength, hanging hair. I seeked movement and less of a ponytail, a haircut, that actually behaves like one and not like a ponytail. Because that's what I've got by the end of everyday fo the past years: a ponytail.

Today was the big day: I sat down on the chair of another hairstylist, where I have never been before. I was naive: imagined it to be an easy process – him seeing me and him immediately knowing what to do. But it's not like that. Hairstylists don't want to perform radical changes on women they've just met for the first time in their life. At least not without a decent talk. So there I was, sitting in the chair at 9am (= early in Paula-Time) and answering a lot of challenging questions. Not the easiest job. For both of us. After having asked many questions (what do I like about my hair, how do I style my hair, what do I expect ...) He got the message and he made sure I won't knot my hair together in a ponytail.

I have to say I felt a bit sorry for him, because he had to deal with hair that I can only describe as not exactly the nicest quality stuff. My hair is damaged, dry and the roots are showing (in brown and grey). Usually the salons colour the hair FIRST, then comes the cut. Not this time around. I guess I will go back to my old hairstylist for the colour and stay with the new one for the cuts. But how to tell the old one his cuts where crappy?! No doubt, he will notice, that I went to see someone else ;-)

See for yourself:

Hair on the ground fascinates me.
Hair, sliding down the nylon cape, fascinates me even more!

It was fun, watching the stylist stepping on the cut off straw in the floor.