I never used to have to worry too much about my hair. It was down to my waist and straight as a stick. I could curl it with hot rollers or leave it straight. I could put it up or wear it down. Yay for straight hair. Of course I complained about how it was so straight, etc. Doesn't everyone complain about their hair, just a little? But at least I had the time to fiddle around with it if I wanted to and it usually cooperated.
Despite threats and warnings from my friends of my youth, I had it cut over the years. Yes, slowly snipped away at the length until it was to my shoulder blades, then just below my shoulders. I still could look at the "long hair styles" in the magazines at the salon.
|First "short" cut|
Finally in an effort to ditch "frumpy" I had it cut into an angled bob. I really like this style. This is what I do- I cut it, let it grow long, then cut it again. I don't usually visit a salon more than once every 9 months (*gasp*). It goes through the stages of nice, ok, straggly, frumpy, going crazy, then back to nice when I get it cut again. Slowly the angled bob got shorter and shorter. Now I have to look in "short hair style" magazines and somehow it hurts my feelings- in my head I'm still a long-haired girl.
|Shorter and shorter, oops|
Then I moved to a hot, humid climate. Hot and humid year round. At first everything seemed fine. Then slowly my hair started rejecting all the shampoos and conditioners I tried and staged a protest by alternately looking greasy and spastic, or dry and spastic.
With the birth of my fourth baby my hair officially declared that it is wavy now. I can't even convince myself it is straight anymore. Not even close. What to do?
Finally last week I decided maybe I'd better look into something for it. I hate spending money on it (hence, a haircut once every 9 months). Money and blog posts on hair are completely ridiculous and self-absorbed.
Yesterday I bought two curl cream product thingys. One exorbitantly priced cream product and one cheap, cheap, cheap hair lotion (lotion for hair, really?!). I was so embarrassed to show them to my husband. I muttered the price and told him to take it out of my very own hobby money fund. Because that is what this is, a hobby to figure out what to do with this mop on my head.
Result of exorbitant cream applied to hair this morning: ----------------->
I'm looking forward to trying the cheap stuff- hoping it works well so that I won't feel tempted to spend that much on a bottle of silliness ever again.
And so ends my diatribe- with all the women who are reading this nodding and thinking of their own hair saga and all the men who have made it this far shaking their heads and wondering why they read the whole thing. Sorry, folks. There is no redeeming moral at the end.