I had a hair crisis this morning. To have a hair crisis you have to actually CARE about what your hair looks like. And believe it or not, I do. occasionally.
I showered last night. I hate to shower Sunday mornings because of how long it takes my hair to dry if I don't blow-dry it (which I only do like twice a year) and then to style. And then I feel absolutely pale and washed-out if I do my hair all fancy-schmancy (read: not a wild frizz-case) and yet not do my make-up. This whole process is time-consuming and I don't like my time all consumed.
So what happened this morning? I decided I would pretend my hair would look acceptable if I pulled it back French twist style in a clip and just smooth my bangs with a curling iron. They would not cooperate.
First of all, I only recently cut my bangs again. Like 10 days ago or something. I'm getting used to them again.
I have a widow's peak. You know, the thingy that makes my hairline look like Dracula. It makes my bangs bounce up. I'm used to this and for the most part I either go without bangs and show the world my sizeable forehead, or I wear bangs and look fourteenish. Did I ever tell you about the Cheetos confiscating principal at the Jr. High I was SUBBING at? No? Anyhow, my bangs are not beautiful and trained like those of lovely celebrities.
But I have bangs for now and they must be dealt with accordingly.
Today after smoothing them with a curling iron they got static-crazy and stuck straight out. Like they were perpendicular to my face! I pushed them down. They popped up! I smoothed them down s-l-o-w-l-y with the curling iron. They stuck straight out. Danny laughed at me.
So I got the mousse and a slicked them down. It wasn't enough. I slicked them again. and again.
Then I finally decided that if they did not cooperate and pretend to be back with the rest of my hair, I would have to sink so low as to use Gabbers barrettes. Luckily they calmed down.
After that craziness, I didn't have time for make-up. Now it was time to get the sleeping Baby Girl to poop on my skirt and start another crisis of its own.
1 comment:
I don't think you've yet told the bloggity world about the Cheetos confiscating principal at the Jr. High where you were subbing. Do tell. It's a good story.
Oh, and I thought the levitating bangs looked cute. Very 80's.
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