It is a fact that people are never satisfied with what they have. I am certainly no exception to this rule.
This post has NOTHING to do with my weight, nor will it mention the state of my clothes.
People, can we talk? How many of you wish to have different hair?
I'm not talking about a hairstyle. I mean the actual strands that are attached to your scalp. Do you have straight silky hair that can never hold a curl in place? Does your wavy coiffure suffer from arthritis and fringe the second it senses that a thunderstorm is a-comin'?
Thanks to many previous generations involving mixing cultures and races, I am blessed with having to continuously provide financial support to Paul Mitchell hair mousse and Biosilk. If I don't spend hours trying to uncoil what I should just unconditionally embrace, then I will be left with a literal hair-raising experience every time the moisture level increases by 2% to make me look as if I had just been struck by lightning.
On Tuesday, I placed my locks into the safety of a Dijonnaise hairstylist and carefully described what I expected as the outcome.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Frizzy-Frizz-Frizz
A few snippety-snips and a glance in the mirror later, I ended up having a huge sense of satisfaction with how my hair perfectly glistened with a slight sheen.
Ha-ha! Take that, Humidity!
But I should have known better than to become overly-confident with my temporary victory. Almost as a way to teach me a lesson in humility, the skies in Dijon turned against me (and my hair) and allowed rain to fall down on me.
Eeeeee...yeaaaaaaah.
There will be no escape from the frizz for me. Not unless I undergo drastic chemical treatments. One of my roomies got so fed up with how flatly her hair is that she got a perm. I'm far too much of a scaredy cat to even consider getting a "Brazilian" treatment.
I should just be content that I am at least not bald.
Barb the French Bean
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I'm blessed with "Polynesian hair" -thanks to my mum- it's thick black and curly and grows straight up, unless I shackle it. I feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteI am sure my hair is alive and takes great pleasure in disobeying me. Maybe you have the same.
ReplyDeleteThat's what frizz is? I always wondered what people meant by it. But...that's it? O_o; That's nothing. I mean, I could understand people having issues with it if they had curly hair since it would be impossible to untangle, but for anyone else...that's it? O_o
ReplyDeleteI feel your frizzy pain. I used to live in California, where the humidity was below 15% most days. Now, in Idaho, there are actual rainy days! Moist days!
ReplyDeleteI have quickly discovered my frizzy afro-hair. Luckily, as a male, I keep it short. Much much easier to manage.
hey I love you frizzy hair sweety! it makes you look so sophisticated!
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