|I love the smell of burning hair in the morning
||[Mar. 14th, 2008|12:29 pm]
Most of my life I have been cursed by curly, frizzy hair. I had wavy hair as a child, but manageable. And then came *insert ominous music* puberty. Eeeeek! My hair went nuts and has never recovered. When I was younger (God how I hate starting a thought that way), and foolish, I straightened my hair the only way I knew how. I used flat plates in my crimping iron (oh hush) on high, after dousing my hair with a generous amount of aqua net (pink can for the win!). Then would come the crackling. Yes, my hair sounded like bacon in a frying pan. I’m pretty sure I melted some of it off during this process. I’m pretty sure it didn’t even look that good when it was done (see: foolish), but it was how I rolled.
Now that I am older, wiser, and there are better tools at my disposal, I don’t need to melt my hair to achieve my looks. I use technology to my advantage. I hate using a roller brush (weak arms? Bad coordination?) so I buy a brush with a hair dryer built in. Magic! But this morning as I came back into the bathroom after getting dressed, I noticed the distinct aroma of burning hair. And it made me a little nostalgic.