Hair

Hair is a major issue in our family.
Our previous hair color is mostly just a memory now, but My Guy came to our marriage with a thick head of once-red, then turning brown, wavy hair. I joined in with quite a bit of brownish-red hair, also wavy.  Needless to say, neither of our kids have thanked us much for those particular genes. On a humid day, we’re all quite a sight to see.

          Fortunately for our daughter, her high school years occurred during the Pretty in Pink era, and her super-curly super-thick blond hair fit right in. Our son coped by keeping his very wavy brown hair short, and probably welcomed that buzz cut during his brief tour in the Navy.

          Post-college, and now in remarkably good-looking (if I do say so) adulthood, they’ve got better things to concern themselves with: our daughter with three boys of her own (some curly, some not), and our son with a set of 9 month-old twin baby girls (too early to tell, although one shows promise of being a redhead).

          Hoping to win out over the Florida humidity, I had my hair cut and styled a bit differently this week. I’ve had this stylist before, and she seems to know her stuff, but she could work on her listening skills.

          I asked for a bit more layering, to combat Triangle Head, the coiffure I’m most often afflicted with, and also explained more than once that I really didn’t like a lot of hair products.  We agreed that instead of drying it straight, we’d ‘scrunch’ it, letting it curl naturally, to see how the layering went.

          Result? First she used a curling agent, tipped my head upside down, blew it and scrunched it, added hair spray, they tipped me back, scrunched some more, added more hair spray, and as the piece de resistance, used a hair wax on my bangs.

          Triangle Head was no more. I now had Circle Head, looking and feeling for all the world like someone had lowered a medium-sized animal onto my head. My hair no longer felt like hair, fused as it was into one unit, and you had to look closely to find features like my eyebrows.

          I thanked her, paid, and came home and put my head under the kitchen faucet.