Morning After Disaster
These are three words that no one ever likes to hear uttered in the same sentence. Never ever ever. And let me tell you, its not particularly pleasant to have a disaster sitting on the top of your head in the morning.
Yesterday, I was feeling great: Lola was in a chunky fro, it looked good, she was happy, I was happy, and I got a lot of compliments. I was so puffed up with confidence of executing this new style on a weekday that I was already planning on what new style I was going to try next week. Now here’s where the issue begins: I should have been focusing on the next day not the next week.
In an effort to maintain the chunky fro, I put my hair in big braids and secured with bobby pins to go to bed (please note, NO rollers). Woke up in the morning, took out the braids, fluffed it out and looked in the mirror. “#$%^#$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, I said.
My stretched out curls were practically straight and rather than hanging down I had huge sections of hair standing up straight perpendicular to my head. I looked electrocuted. I looked disheveled. I looked crazy. I LOOKED LIKE SIDESHOW BOB!
I pushed my hair down and it just popped right back up. In a flurry of bobby-pin-origami, I tried to make up a new updo. Massive Fail. Then I decided that I would try an cute style I’ve done before: The Cinnabun.
After 40 minutes (!!!!) of wrangling my hair into this style I was about to leave, looked in the mirror and decided that this also looked terrible.
So there I am hopping around in socks and underwear shoving oatmeal in my mouth and messing around with hair accessories when I’m supposed to be leaving for work. Lola was not happy. I wasn’t happy. Lots of important stuff going on today. Not at all a good situation.
I was about to hop in the shower and just let my curls shrink back up, but I decided to reach for my spray bottle.
And oh my god it WORKED! The little Lolitas started to pop right back into their boing boing curl form, while retaining a lot of their stretch. A miracle! Water! All I needed was water. I AM LIKE AN EFFING BONSAI TREE!
But whatever, it worked. Crisis averted. Lesson learned AGAIN: don’t go chasing waterfalls (braid outs) on weekdays, stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to (wash’n’go fro’s).