I've mounted all sorts of defenses in response:
- Blow dryers
- Paddle Brushes
- Round Brushes
- Curling Irons
- Flat Irons
- Hot Rollers
- Straightening Sprays
- Pomades
- Bobby Pins
- Clippy Claws
- Hats
- etc.
It's quite the ordeal.
So every once in awhile, I just take the "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" approach (aka "shake what your mama gave you") and pass on all the primping. The blow dryer takes a holiday and mother nature takes the wheel (with a little help from the AC when I was commuting to SLC) to result in something like this*:
It's very freeing. Except one day, whilst I was waxing rhapsodies to my mother about my liberated state, my brother snidely remarked, "I wish you'd liberate some counter space in the bathroom while you're at it." (Because of course, you can't trust Mother nature before applying gel, mousse, and de-frizzing serum at the very least...)
*results not typical
5 comments:
you should come down here to houston and see what mother nature does to your hair. i have mildly wavy hair, but after being outside for 10 minutes, it turns into a wavy-ugly mess.
i miss utah.
Ooh! I like those results! (Even if they're not typical!) :)
One time, in the marriage move, I lost my keys. It was sad.
Also during the marriage move, I tried to contain my hair obsession to one drawer. At least for the first little while. I wanted my husband to stay around.
Once, while my husband was looking for something, he opened said hair drawer and exclaimed, "There could be any NUMBER of keys in there!!"
Too true, too true.
You make me feel so much better about the current state of my bathroom counter. That's why they invented the half bathroom downstairs. No one has to know that you have 14 hair products that you never use yet keep on the counter.
I totally understand! When Hayden and I shared a bathroom he would always get so mad about my stuff on the counter.
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