Yesterday my Dad shaved my head to be a smooth as a baby's bottom. I'm sure he never thought he'd be doing that to his daughter in this lifetime. It made me reflect how with extreme situations we do things we never would have dreamed of doing. For example, I ended up giving my husband needles of a off-list drug that was being given to him by an alternative cancer treatment doctor. The home nurse couldn't do it because it was an off-list drug. Nonetheless, I abhor needles and the thought I'd be administering needles to a loved one is something I would have never dreamed of happening. Of course, I would have never dreamed (or even nightmared) the circumstances of my life in the past few years.
That aside, why did I have my Dad shaving my head? To have a henna crown of course. It was on a whim, I noticed this Facebook ad for http://www.hennaheals.com/ and I thought that sounds interesting. So I checked it out. Apparently this new start-up company was looking for people to volunteer for henna crowns in exchange for pictures and a survey filled out. So I volunteered - by summer, with their official launch they will be charging for this service. I'm actually quite pleased with how it looks. And maybe I'll exchange the snow heart for one of these pics.
When the henna is wet:
When the henna is dry (the final product):
