I’ve decided recently to inject my everyday appearance with a bit more glamor; I want to dress up all the time, since I certainly have the wardrobe for it. This begins not while prepping to go out on a Friday night, but actually while I’m taking a shower on a Tuesday night, it would seem. Today, you see, I’m taking about hair again. Normally I shower at night and tie my hair up in a braid so that when it comes out in the morning, it gives me a nice flip effect where someone else’s bangs might be:
It’s the very definition of bedhead. But anyway, while I was standing under last night’s bit of water, I decided I’d go all Irish Dancer and break out my spike curlers. I still have these from my competitive dancing days and have used them before on my ends for a nice retro end wave. This time I decided to go all out.
If you’ve never seen spike curlers in someone’s hair, or if you’ve never seen me without makeup despite my worst efforts, feast your eyes:
I feel like there is a bald patch in my left eyebrow that will never grow back. Ha. Anyway, these babies do not make for a restful night of sleep, but they’re ultimately worth it.
Even after a full day of work, my hair is going strong…
I kind of like the excitement. This hair, coupled with my taking the time to put on fancy seamed stockings, had me smiling all day even though it was a pretty rainy, run-of-the-mill day at work.
Of course, what kind of self-respecting hair-owner (???) would I be if I didn’t mention what I’m using in my hair? Currently, I really love Big for shampoo–and it’s not because of my employment history or my affinity for Biggie. It gets my hair really clean and shiny, and I dig the sea salt. I follow that with a dollop of American Cream and finish it off with a little Moroccanoil when I get out of the shower.
It’s a pretty low-maintenance routine. It’s going to get even more low-key in about two weeks. Details on that to come in my general new year/fresh start post, probably tomorrow. Maybe next time I’ll also get into makeup. Just not tonight, as it’s getting late and I have my next trip to the hospital in the yearly gamut of doctor’s office runs coming up tomorrow morning. Don’t worry, guys, I’m not dying.
I mean, I am dying in the sense that we are all dying and that fatalistic jazz. Just not planning on it anytime soon. Thought I’d clear that up.