This is totally random and quick before I run out the door, but I thought it was funny and wanted to share. So I got my haircut recently--what I was calling my "big girl haircut"--and I really liked it. The thing that always makes me nervous, though, is that I'm not good at styling it the way the hairdresser styles it--with all the products and hair dryers and round brushes and flat irons. It looks nice when they do it--don't get me wrong. I just can't reproduce it.
This time Marissa, my stylist, promised that this would be a style that I could do myself and, even if I chose not to, it would still like good. She took me through and gave me tips every step of the way, and I asked lots of questions. I'm on my way out right now, and I just gave it a shot. I have managed to create some kind of strange hair fortress that probably can be seen from space and has spy satellites all over the world linking up to keep a suspicious eye on it. My hair could seriously bust through brick walls!
Sometimes I want to be a girlier girl--the kind of girl whose mascara and eyeliner doesn't run down her face and make her look like a line-backer--but I'm just not. When I do all the hair and make-up to go out, I just end up looking like a homeless hooker by the end of the night. It's quite humbling. It's easier just to leave the house with wet hair and a bare face.
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I ain't fancy either. But I can't leave the house with wet hair, since my mop is naturally curly, I look like gilda radner if I don't "blow it out."
I have come to the conclusion that it is ok to not be fancy. We BHS girls are beautiful just the way we are, we don't need fancy do's and tons of makeup!
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