So, the beauty adventure has begun! I dedicated this past week to making my hair look cute. Now, I have a few factors working against me The first is my hair. It’s curly with a chance of frizzy. Double the frizz potential when the humidity gets over 20%, which is every day in the summer in DC. Then there’s the fact that my hair is fine, which means my frizz can reach really epic heights. Then there’s time. I don’t have much in the mornings. I wash my hair at night, slick it into a ponytail and sleep on it wet. Sometimes this works pretty well and I wake to reasonably tame hair that only needs some touching up with a hair dryer and round brush. Then there are mornings when I wake up to this:
Yeah. I know. Moving on.
I have been looking at people whose hair I like lately and they all seem to be devotees of the flat iron. I am not a devotee of the flat iron. I had a flat iron but I threw it out during our move in January when I pulled it out from under the bathroom sink and realized the time since I’d last used it could be measured in years. So, I tossed it. Which means this new hair adventure was a perfect excuse to go out and buy a shiny new flat iron! Thanks to my Twitterati I had a brand name in mind when I walked into Bed Bath and Beyond to shop for one (flat irons apparently count as “Beyond”. Or maybe “Bath”.) I found a dandy one on sale for about $15 which fits right into my el cheap-o price range so I snapped that sucker right up and took it home. What follows is the Flat Iron Diary of my first week attempting to tame the wild frizz.
Day One: Date Night! I want to look hot so I showered right before the sitter came. I dried my hair then let the iron heat up. Wait. Not heating. WTF? Oh. There’s an on switch. Right. OK, commence ironing! (20 minutes of combing, clipping and stroking my hair with hot metal later) It’s straight! It’s flat! It’s going totally unnoticed by my husband but the sitter, who is a good friend of mine, is complimentary. She might just be being nice though because I’m supposed to babysit her kid next weekend and insulting babysitters is a good way to ensure they feed your kid ice cream before bedtime so they’re still awake and wired when you get home.
Day Two: First workday doing hot hair. And first day with product. I worked some straightening stuff through it after washing it last night. It was old product though. I found it in the back of my bathroom cabinet and the first few pumps of it were kind of viscous. It’s probably ok though, right? I’m faster with the iron today but my hair looks greasy. And limp. And the ends look like a chewed up child’s paintbrush. The kind you get in art class to do watercolors. Hmmm. I wonder when I last got it cut? (flips through calendar) Two months ago. Great. I’m getting it cut today if my stylist can work me in (three hours later, post-hair-cut) My hair looks fabulous! I should get it blown out everyday over lunch!
Day Three: I don’t know what my stylist did yesterday but I cannot replicate it. It started out ok but by noon my hair is bending in several different directions. I resort to a clip. Voila! Instant hair repair! Ok, fine, it’s instant surrender. I suck at hair.
Day Four: I’m getting speedier at this hair thing and now that I’m doing this product-free, my hair looks less greasy. I usually don’t use product because my hair is so fine that putting much of anything in it makes me look like a guy from Jersey who owns stock in a gel company. Every once in a while, though I buy product thinking it will be better and it never is. But I persist in trying and wind up with the results I got a couple of days ago.
Day Five: Motherf@cking iron gave me a second degree burn on my finger. But my hair looks cute! I consult a co-worker who confirms that continuing to style hair despite burned finger is totally normal even though stopping to run cold water on the burn probably would have prevented the blister. We suffer for beauty! Well, I suffer for dubious results. For some reason the ends look splayed out matter what I do with the iron. Coworker’s hair looks really good. Maybe I could get her to teach me some tricks.
Day Six: Home with sick kid. If you think I’m doing my hair, you are nuts.
Day Seven: Saturday! I wash my hair in the morning for once and let it curl naturally. It’s really cute. And way easier than using the iron. And I didn’t burn myself. Think my husband would object if I started showering in the morning for the sake of cuter hair?
Conculsions: This hair thing is clearly going to be an on-going process. I am determined not to give up on the iron and stow it under the sink for years on end this time but I may not make it an every day thing. And I might see if there’s a way to get my curls to work with night washing. I’ll report on my findings at a later time.
Next week in Beauty Top Down: Skin care!