How to hide or disguise dirty hair

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Dirty hair gives a girl a sloppy, unkempt look. However, there are situations when it is impossible to wash your hair with hot water and shampoo. For example, you overslept, your hot water has been turned off, or you are on a train, business trip, etc.

There are several ladies' tricks to give your hair freshness.

Emergency help for dirty hair:

1.

Modern cosmetics offer special dry shampoos that are suitable for any hair type and are very easy to use. You can wash your hair with this shampoo without water in a matter of minutes. However, such a shampoo may not always be at hand, and its cost is quite high.

• How to make dry shampoo at home

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Blonde hair can be quickly "washed" using flour, baby powder, light powder or starch. All these products absorb oil perfectly, resulting in hair that is dry, voluminous and looks fresher. Simply apply a small amount of the dry mixture to your hair roots, massage lightly, then shake off any excess. Then the hair must be combed thoroughly so that the powder is not noticeable.

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For dark hair, it is better to use dry mustard powder or dark powder, as light flour and powder will make the hair visually lighter and more noticeable.

Hairstyles for dirty hair: masking imperfections

Many girls comb their oily hair into a smooth ponytail, but this is a big mistake, since smoothed greasy strands instantly catch the eye and look sloppy.

Backcomb

. The best option is to lightly comb all the hair at the roots to create additional volume, and then twist it into a shell or bun at the back of the head. Secure your voluminous hairstyle with hairspray.

• How to make a beautiful bouffant

Wash your bangs

. If you have a little time, try separating your bangs or a few top strands and washing them with shampoo, then blow drying them. Clean, fluffy bangs will distract attention and give your hair a well-groomed look. The rest of your hair can be combed and styled into a voluminous bun.

• How to make a voluminous hair bun

What not to do with dirty hair:

It is not advisable to curl dirty hair with curlers or tongs; the curls will be heavy and quickly fall off.

Do not try to mask oily hair with hairspray, foam or gel. The hairstyle will look ridiculous.

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Hair washing rules

1. Before washing your hair, you need to comb it thoroughly.
2. Remember that the washing water should not be very hot.
3. Choose your shampoo wisely so that it suits your hair type. Experts strongly recommend changing shampoos from time to time so that your hair does not get used to it, otherwise the shampoo will no longer give the desired result.
4. A small amount of shampoo should be rubbed between your palms and then massaged into the scalp. Do not try to apply a lot of shampoo at once, otherwise you will not be able to wash it off completely, and your hair will very soon become dirty again.
5. Hair should be rinsed thoroughly with cool water.
6. When you're done washing your hair, wrap your hair in a terry towel to let it dry a little.

It is advisable to wash your hair no more than once every 2-5 days. Accustoming your hair to this regime is not particularly difficult, but you still have to try. And, subsequently, you can wash your hair once a week without much loss in appearance.

The main thing is to remember that hair collected in a hairstyle gets dirty much less. In addition, try not to touch your hair with your hands, as there is a lot of dirt, dust and grease on your fingers. Also try using a hairdryer and curling iron less often. They dry out the hair very much, and the scalp secretes even more sebum to moisturize it. As a result, hair gets dirty much faster.

Those who like to walk without a hat in winter should also remember that sudden temperature changes also have an extremely negative effect on the skin glands.

Take care of your hair so that it remains clean, voluminous and well-groomed longer, but if it happens that your hair has become dirty and there is no way to wash it, don’t be nervous (since stress also affects the functioning of the sebaceous glands, therefore, the more nervous you are - the more dirty your hair gets), and feel free to use the tips given in this article!

"Wet" hair

The “wet” effect can effectively mask the staleness of hair, giving it fullness and lightness. To get it, just apply a little foam to slightly moistened strands, and then dry them, keeping your head down. At worst, you can use an additional portion of gel, although this is not recommended if the “wet” effect is created on “yesterday’s” hair.

How to freshen up your head with a hairstyle?

A properly chosen hairstyle will perfectly help disguise dirty hair and make your head look presentable in 15 minutes. By the way, it’s even easier to do hairstyles on unwashed hair, because clean curls are too crumbly and light.

• Any braiding on the hair will help hide the defect. But instead of a regular braid, it is better to braid a thick one - from three to four strands. The more voluminous the weave, the fresher the hair looks. For example, a spikelet or fish tail is perfect for this purpose. It is advisable that your hairstyle does not look completely smooth and flat. To do this, first comb your hair a little at the roots. Slightly loose or protruding individual strands can give a fresh look. So see how different options look on you and choose the one that suits you.

• A regular bun will perfectly disguise dirty hair and will look appropriate and stylish for both everyday and evening looks. Moreover, a high ballerina bun will look even better on a slightly dirty head than on a freshly washed one. This way it will turn out smoother and neater. Simply gather your hair into a ponytail and twist the length into a spiral around the base, securing with elastic bands or bobby pins. The hairstyle can be fixed with hairspray and styling mousse to eliminate any unevenness. For a more voluminous beam, you can use a special foam roller.

• The classic look of the bun can be varied if desired. For example, make two small flagella from the front strands on both sides. Then connect them and secure with hairpins. Collect the remaining hair from the tail into a bun.
• Shell is the perfect hairstyle for messy medium length hair. Hair curls in a minute and is well secured with hairpins and hairpins. If you divide your hair into two parts and twist it alternately on each side, you will get a double shell.

• You can show your imagination and create combined hairstyles. For example, connect weaves and buns. Braid the front strands and twist the remaining length into a knot at the back.
• The so-called wet hair effect is perfect for disguising an unwashed head. Especially if you have wavy or curly hair. To do this, you need to take a styling foam or mousse and dry your curls with your hands or a diffuser, forming careless waves.
• The wet hair effect can also be achieved on straight hair by combing it back or parting it and applying plenty of gel. This hairstyle is popular at fashion shows or special occasions.

Smoothly combed hair

Hair that quickly becomes oily will look much better when styled in a ponytail or braid. It is important that this hairstyle for oily hair is perfectly smooth, without unsightly stray strands. And if you want to liven up the composition on your head, make several miniature ponytails at different heights in order to connect them into one at neck level. As a rule, hair combed smoothly back and, if necessary, fixed with hairspray, always looks neat and quite fresh.

how to refresh your hair without washing your hair

HOW I FELL IN LOVE.

You will not believe! I never thought that this could happen to me, a real kid! This type of plot usually occurs in soap operas and Hollywood films. That's how, for a day I lost sleep and peace, thinking only about her, counting the hours until our meeting. It would seem that I am already an adult and it is simply not typical for me to comprehend such affection. On this day I was inspired to create more than ever. I haven't experienced such an upsurge of creative energy in a long time. Melodies and poems appeared in my head in such a stream that my memory simply couldn’t cope, but some were still remembered, and I managed to write them down.

And this is what my brain gave out when I saw her off: “My St. Petersburg love is like open bridges, White nights over the Neva, where I met YOU.”

I won’t write further, as this will be a song. And it all happened like this... After a tireless day of work, I went home. The evening was simply wonderful. Early May, warm. Blooming leaves brightened the trees from winter hibernation, filling the air with freshness and the aroma of spring. There was even a slight curtain and so, making my way along Nevsky, I suddenly saw her standing on the embankment and looking at the water with such an expression that I immediately remembered the picture of Alyonushka sitting on a pebble. This is a braid on her shoulder... I couldn’t resist and went up to her. - Hello And when she raised her head, looking at me, I saw her eyes, and it seemed to pierce me. “Hello,” she whispered. For a moment I was speechless from such beauty, but she continued the conversation. - What a wonderful evening. Is not it? From shock, I couldn’t even say anything and I had no choice but to nod my head in response, like a horse when meeting a mare. Turning my gaze to the sky, I overcame the dryness in my mouth, but still blurted out: “Why is such a beautiful girl alone or did all the men you met along the way fall dead when they saw such beauty?” She smiled and from her smile the evening turned into day. “This is fate,” I thought to myself. I couldn’t take my beautiful eyes off her)))))) “Maybe we’ll have some coffee,” I suggested. - With pleasure. And we went towards the nearest cafe. For a moment I felt like a schoolboy on a first date. I didn't walk, I flew next to her. This hasn't happened to me for a long time. As a boy, I amused her with slightly vulgar jokes and jokes. She smiled and laughed and everything was bubbling inside me. We drank coffee and then walked. Unbeknownst to me, 5 hours flew by. And after all, we exchanged phone numbers, having previously agreed to meet the next evening. I hailed a taxi and before letting her go I kissed her on the cheek. She looked at me and I realized that she did not want to part with me. But I didn’t even think about inviting her to come to me. Well, yes, love blinds. I watched the taxi drive away from me, in which I put her in and sighed deeply and looked at the sky. “Thank you, Lord, thank you!” And for a moment it seemed to me that this image that I saw was even a dream. Walking home, I remembered her smile, voice, antics. It seemed to me that this meeting was destined for me by fate. Because I didn’t go home as usual, but walked. Which just never occurred to me. Of course, I couldn’t sleep. It would be faster tomorrow. After lying with my eyes open for 6 hours, morning came. It's 9am and it's time to get ready for work. I got up and despite the fact that I stayed awake all night, or rather the rest of it, I didn’t feel tired. I didn't want to eat or drink. Constantly looking at my watch, I wanted to mentally hurry up the time to bring the evening closer. The day dragged on like never before, I couldn’t find a place for myself. But I simply didn’t dare call her, I thought what if she was sleeping. I’ll wait until time “H”, because we agreed on 20.00. Sitting dumb at work, despite the increased creative potential, I could not work, only she was in my thoughts. By lunchtime, the team around me noticed something was wrong and began whispering. My secretary was the first to feel the change. Having brought me coffee, she felt that I had lost interest in her. Over the years that we have worked together, I have never given up on her. - Are you sick? Did something happen to you? But judging by my facial expression and stupid smile, she immediately realized: “You’re in love!” Yeahhh…. where have you been? I think I went home yesterday. You can't let go for a minute. I wanted to object, but for a moment I put myself in her place. The man with whom she practically lived all these years suddenly lost interest in her. What if she experiences the same feelings for me as I now feel for my stranger, with whom I fell so in love and, in oblivion, did not even ask her name. Eh, and I slowed down. Having swallowed the reproaches addressed to me from the secretary, I again flew into my memories, telling them not to let anyone in to see me. Time moved slowly, but still passed, bringing me closer to the appointed hour. And the flight of fantasies, in which I so-so invented everything, that from the understanding that the time “H” was approaching, I was inserted like an Ecstasy pill. I've never felt this way. It seemed to me that I was taking off. And yet the day is coming to an end, I went to meet my love.

*** *** *** ***

Running out of work like crazy, without saying goodbye to anyone, I rushed towards my car and, approaching it, I replayed the beginning of our meeting - it wouldn’t go too banal. she will come, I will give her flowers and what next…. - let's go for a ride That's romanticism... No - leave the car... I'll go on foot - it will be more interesting, and not so pompous The weather did not whisper - it was drizzling and the piercing wind invigorated me not like a child And I wandered on foot towards the appointed place like the last loser, buying all the roses. met me on the way. After walking a few hundred meters and getting a little wet from the drizzling rain, the ardor of romance waned, and reason began to take over. Well, I’m an asshole - I should have gone by car. The hands holding an armful of roses began to freeze slightly And even an attempt to get a cigarette was unsuccessful - fingers didn’t obey Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance that... babe, gray hair in the beard.... I was basking in peace and romantic thoughts flew, but not in the direction of romance. For a moment I imagined if she didn’t come…. You never know... And I saw myself from the side - drizzling rain, the wind ruffled my hair, which began to look like it had dried out, and in my hands there were red roses slightly merging with my frozen nose. And the picture was visible in reality, since all the passers-by I met along the way, smiled suspiciously at me. And to hell with them.... In the end, I wanted this myself. Approaching the place where we agreed to meet, I looked at the clock Damn - another 30 minutes and plus infinity - how late she will be And then I completely limp and imagined that she would be an hour late The romance disappeared completely . And where did all the ardor and awe of the expected miracle go? My fingers became completely numb and, despite the fact that the thorns of the roses pricked them, I did not feel pain, but only squeezed them harder, merging with my nose. “What if she doesn’t come at all,” this thought flashed again, but another thought: “Yes, she will come, maybe she’ll be an hour late, but she will come,” remember how she looked when you put her in a taxi, and warming with this thought, I stood like the monument, despite the drizzle and cold wind Damn, my ass, I’m already numb, So many thoughts have flown by, but time seems to have stopped. Only a minute has passed, 29 left... Kick..... Or maybe call her, at least ask if she will be there at all And then it hit me like never before, - Damn...... I forgot my phone at work, wow...... What if she called and wanted to say that she won’t come Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... The cold finally got the better of me But I had a glimmer of hope that she would still come, After all, we agreed on the same place at the same time. And time stopped - 19.32 And we agreed at 20.00 I wonder - will she come? And my whole life flashed through my head in one instant, as before falling from a skyscraper onto the asphalt I can’t do it anymore - I’m frozen, and even these roses. Handling an armful of flowers from hand to hand, I reached into my pocket for cigarettes to somehow warm myself up, enjoying the warm puffs of smoke, my fingers, like hooks, obediently took the pack out of my pocket, but they couldn’t take out the cigarette - they were cramped from the cold, then I brought the pack to my mouth and began to pull out the cigarette with my teeth. I succeeded - all that was left was a small matter - to light a cigarette, patting my pockets with a frozen palm, like an oar on water, I discovered that there would be no cherished fire, because I left the lighter, like the phone, on the table in the office. My gaze saddened and went out like a coal, Never in my life have I ever won a woman’s heart like that - Well, bitch If the meeting doesn’t come, I’ll kill, I thought to myself. As a friend, 100 meters away, the silhouette of my lust appeared. I felt like I was in a fever... My heart began to beat with such force that the roses in my hands began to move, like bushes in which a bear was hiding. Ta...tan...dara...tara...,ta...tan...dara...tara... - the music started playing in my head, and I, like in a red bull advertisement, rushed to meet this image. This was a must see... I fluttered like a peacock, with eyes bulging from the cold, reminiscent of a squirrel from the Ice Age, only it had an acorn in its hands, and I had an armful of roses. Yes, it’s her... In an instant, all sad thoughts disappeared by themselves. And the memory was so refreshed that I forgot everything that I had to endure while I was waiting for her... Ah... these eyes, this smile For a moment it seemed to me that the rain had stopped falling, and everything around was shining and warmer, just like on the first day I found a meeting. We ran to meet each other and the whole world froze in anticipation of our rapprochement. I fell to my knees despite wet asphalt and laid a whole armful of roses in front of her feet. She was taken aback by this turn of events and could not say a word. “Ah... aah” escaped her lips and she choked on the air, looking at the roses that fell at her feet. Rising, I hugged her, pressing her tightly - tightly to my chest - How I missed you, - I said, whispering a little and kissing her earlobes - You can’t imagine - From such a flow of emotion, she could not hold back her tears - And I only thought about you Clinging to each other, we walked along the embankment. After walking a little, we caught a taxi and went to my place

Continuation of “Visiting him” 05/12/2008 All the way we huddled together like nailed boards, reminiscent of kittens from the cartoon “Cat’s House”, who huddled together to make it warmer. They were silent and happy that our meeting took place. “Oh my God, I’m so glad he came. Has everything I dreamed of in my childhood dreams begun to come true? How gentle he is, he presses me like a diamond. And by all means, I want him to be mine. Even if it’s for the night, even if it’s only until the morning, but it’s mine.” Approaching his house, he got out of the car, extended his hand to me and whispered, “Be bolder... Oh God, what eyes!” He looked at me, and I was drowning in this abyss. He doesn’t even suspect that the whole day before our meeting I was only thinking about him, “I fell in love! …. I fell in love!" We walked, going up to the second floor, he held my hand so tenderly that my whole body trembled. “Lord help me, because I have never had a man before. For the first time, how scary it is. What if it doesn’t work out, I don’t even know how or what to do. All the porn I had ever watched flashed through my head like an ABC book. I can handle it and try to do everything so that he can enjoy me and he wants to love me more and more. And here is the door to his apartment. During that moment, while we were climbing the stairs, so many thoughts flashed through my head that, when I went to his house, I barely remembered that I needed to take off my shoes. He helped me take off my cloak and we entered the room. “Wow... wow” - what I saw sent me into a tailspin. The room reminded me of a castle. Damn, it’s like I’m in a fairy tale. A fireplace, a piano, a round bed, a mountain of equipment and a white fur covering almost the entire floor. Antiquity and modernity were so combined that the contrast was breathtaking. - Come in, don’t be shy - this is our home. And these words made me slightly dizzy. “You want something to eat, my queen,” and then I started to feel sick. Pinch me, maybe I'm dreaming. -Now I’ll prepare something, while you get settled. "Yes…. I’ve never had anything like this before.” For the first time in my life, I went to a man’s apartment. For a moment, all my mother’s moral teachings flashed through my head. How should I behave with men, not forgetting about pride, etc. It would be better if you, mom, explained something else. Oh, mom, mom, if only you could see him. There was such a mess of contradictions going on in my head that my palms were sweating from excitement. “Stop,” I told myself. - "Which have not be avoided. In the end, it had to happen, and I'm happy that it will happen here and with him. Having won the argument within myself and set my priorities, I calmed down and began to look at it))))) oh, our home. Yes, dream, so don’t deny yourself anything. Maybe ask for a robe right away)))))) And I finally became bolder. Sitting down on a chair at the table, I even wanted to help him in the kitchen. And she almost shouted towards the kitchen - “Help me........” And it seemed to pierce me, I don’t even know what his name is. Oh, mom, mom, if only you knew))))))) I got up from the chair and walked towards the kitchen, “Can’t I help you?” -MM.. Do you know a way to fry eggs that I don’t? - and we laughed. “Come in and sit with me while I mock the frying pan.” He fried eggs while preparing a salad of tomatoes and cucumbers, cutting them into even rings. I admired and was touched by his dexterity. I wonder what he does? Judging by the outfit and image, I understood that it was somehow connected with creativity. Before I had time to think about it completely, he said: “Dinner is ready.” Having sat down comfortably, we began to eat his simple delicacies. Having tasted the first piece of scrambled eggs, he said MMMMM...., shaking his head, as if it were something and not scrambled eggs. -Well, how? -Divine! - I said, and we laughed again - “You can’t stop living beautifully,” he continued, while pouring Coca-Cola into glasses. I’ve never had such a good and simple time with a man. I like him - there’s no show off, no pathos, no arrogance . Everything is simple, like with mom and dad, after 20 years of marriage. After dinner, I decided to take the initiative and wash the dishes - This is not a royal business, but the maid was sick, in general I don’t mind))))) And we laughed again. I began to wash the dishes, or rather three plates, showing all the care and responsibility in this matter. in fact, “Will you have some whiskey and cola with ice?” he asked, “With pleasure,” I said, wiping the washed mountain of dishes. In a second, he made two cocktails, and we went into the room. Having walked into the room, I headed straight to the piano. Approaching him, I I noticed that he was covered with a thin layer of dust. This made me happy - it means there are no such guests here, because anyone would leave an autograph. He came up and hugged me from behind and kissed me on the neck, whispering, “Will you sing something?” I smiled. He sat down at the piano, smoothly pressing the first chords, and began to sing. Pressing my chest against the piano lid, I was stunned by his singing. The words of the song touched me with such force that I could not hold back my tears. Never in my life have I experienced such a feeling. I listened and admired him, like a child watching a Christmas tree. So handsome, talented and alone. Or maybe he’s gay? - a thought flashed through my head. No, it can’t be, I tried my best to drive away this thought. Or maybe he, like me, was waiting for all this time and didn’t waste time on fleeting relationships. I couldn’t restrain my emotions, I leaned away from the piano, walked up to him and hugged him - Who are YOU? He looked at me and gently wiped the tears from my cheek - By the way, my name is Yura - Natalie - So we met, - he said, smiling. We talked about nothing, admiring each other. He asked, I answered, I asked, he answered But this didn’t matter at all Since I was thinking only about one thing After all, this will be my first man

It was getting dark......

It was as if I was singing my songs at an author’s concert, and they brought us closer and closer. And she asked me to do more and more things. But then the clock struck midnight, I hugged her and said: “I LOVE YOU.” And I want us to be together from this day on, not parting for a day. Her eyes sparkled with tears - Why are you crying, Natalie? -I don’t even know how to tell you about this. “Tell it like it is,” I told her, pressing her to my chest. -Tomorrow I’m flying to London to study and will return only in a year for the holidays. It was as if something inside me snapped at her words. I realized that this was our last night and I would not see her again. She looked at me and said - You know, I have never in my life had such feelings as I have for you, and I have never had a man. And I really want you to be. What I heard made my legs give way. I did not even expect such a turn in my fate. And I really felt bad. Meet to lose. How unfair this is! Slightly holding back tears, I could not believe that this could happen to me. - I will wait for you, Natalie! There is no point in telling further, girls will understand and men too. Quite a few years have passed since then, and when spring comes, I go out to the embankment and remember the girl who with one glance changed my whole life. I dedicated poems and songs to her, but the feelings did not let me go, despite the fact that 10 years had already passed. I still hope to meet her in the same place every spring. - Natalie, if you happen to see this story, respond. I just want to see you without pretending to anything.

© Yuri Krokha written 05/06/2008