There are two things you can do when you are in a crappy mood.
(1) Blog about it
(2) Blog about something else.
For once, let me try option 2.
Have I cribbed about my hair yet?
Oh, I don’t think I have. Ok, so I have horrid hair. Or, let’s just say I hate my hair. Its dry and frizzy and always breaks, which leaves it looking all the more frizzier. My mom has straight silky hair and so does my sis, to some extend. Though I look like my mom most, Something decided to do a lil bit of mix and match, so there I was.
The third month after I started earning, I straightened my hair. It was one of the best moments of my life. I had nice hair! I went through a lot of mixed emotions about ‘natural beauty’ and ‘too much money for nothing’ and ‘blah blah blah’. In the end, I decided I didn’t care. I got a lot of comments right on my face saying I looked better the other way, I didn’t care about that too. I loved it!
Lesson 1: Sadly, though they call it ‘permanent’ straightening, it is not really permanent in the real sense of the word. Nature is stronger, right? So now my hair is back, well almost back, to its old self. And I am back to giving jealous looks too all those people with naturally straight hair. Hate them all (except mom and sis, of course)
To make the disaster look less horrid, I went to Fery’s beauty salon for a haircut. Since it was the beginning of the month and I was arrogant after all that annual bonus amount hit my account, I decided to go all the way and also get an oil massage done. An hour and a half later, there I was, with shiny hair and a squeaky clean scalp. Feeling all pretty, I paid the ridiculously high bill and went home, not wanting to put down my head on the pillow, though I had changed the cover just then.
Lesson 2: (aka Reiteration): I have curly/wavy hair. And if permanent straightening only held for a year, blow drying won’t go beyond two days. On the third day, to my utmost horror, there I was with locks of hair twirling around my ears. It was a complete disaster and it was too much to stay behind my ears and too frizzy for me to put slides on. It had to stay there and tickle my ears, AND make me look horrendous.
Consolation: The Panasonic straightening iron I bought from Singapore airport (where, btw, you get really cheap electronics. I am sure you will get it cheaper in the city but ah what the heck!). Sunday evening, I washed my hair and took out the bright new shiny hair iron of mine that’s going to me look oh so pretty.
Sad truth: Straightening irons need a professional hand at the other end (even if this end is my stupid head). My hand is certainly not professional with an iron. Sigh. There goes my dream of beautiful hair every Monday morning. Life is unfair? Anyone?
I haven’t given up yet. I am going to focus on getting good hair. I need to look pretty for a few more years. Then I can take it forward from there.
I only wish I can stop feeling absolutely and completely jealous of all those people with naturally straight hair. Grrr!! And if you like curly hair or think my hair is fine the way it is, I don’t agree!! I like straight hair. Period. (Yes, I can be stubborn. I am a Leo!)