Trying hard to look so pristine / Like a face in a magazine My seester is in town. Yay!
I have this problem. See, I like Houston. I mean, I don't like the traffic, or the stupid-head drivers, or the fact that only like, five restruants have sweet tea, or the fact that I'm like, 11 hours from family. But I don't really mind Houston, all in all.
My hair, on the other hand, hates Houston. With a fiery passion. Take for example, this week. Tuesday, I got my hair cut. Awesome haircut, looked great when I left the salon. Went to dinner, hair looked great. Next morning, I shower and - in an attempt to recapture the look I had leaving the salon - I blow dry and flat iron my hair. With product. That is supposed to deal well with humidity. I get it looking mostly ok (still not as good as the salon, but workable). Then I step outside. I could literally fell my hair swelling. Seriously. By the time I got to work, I looked like a country singer. From the 80's. Every time I caught my reflection, I thought of River Tan's reaction when she saw Shepherd Book with his hair undone. I'm not sure whether to laugh, or be afraid that my head will implode form the weight of the hair.
Today hasn't been much better. Maybe my hair is dry or something? Or maybe I'm not using enough product (I'm using Paul Mitchell something that's supposed to combat the frizzies)? No idea.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
