Straightening hair

Warning:  This post will contain judgments and opinionated statements.  I am not trying to be nice or politically correct.  I have had a rough day and I am taking it out on my blog.

I straightened my hair this weekend.  Just with a hairdryer and a flat iron.  I struggled with doing this because I love curls and I want Ladybug to love her curls.  But I had a conversation with one of my co-workers (the one I like) last week and I wanted to prove a point.  We went out to lunch and we had a conversation about our other co-worker.  We both struggle with the third one because of ... well, there are too many reasons to list.  But this topic focused on her hair.  W (as I will call her) disappeared from work one day last week for about 3 hours.  Why?  To get a hair cut. 

I have an issue with this.  Or maybe two.  First, I have never ever ever scheduled a hair cut during work hours.  Second, I would never ever ever schedule a 3 hour hair appointment during work.  Why would you do those personal things on your bosses dime?  I don't understand.

Of course, this is coming from a person who last had her hair cut in December.  Seriously.  I am in need of another.  A perm would be nice.  A coloring would be nice.  But I am lazy.  Or cheap.  Or....

But she came back.  Looking fabulous.  Really.  It was a nice cut.  A nice style.  A nice color.  I enjoyed the improvement.  Because normally her hair looks like it is in need of a brushing.  Ok, to be perfectly honest here, it looks like she gets up in the morning and gets ready.  Gets dressed.  Does her hair.  Does her makeup.  And then climbs back in bed for a romp with her boyfriend.  The back of her head always looks like it is messed up.  Comb it!  Really.  How hard is it?

Which is what I said to T (the co-worker I like).  But T defended W, which she typically does not do.  W has thick, coarse hair that has some natural body to it (very similar to mine -- only mine is longer).  But the hair styles she picks are always bone straight.  T said it must be hard to maintain it.  I said she could comb it.  T doubted that would make a difference.  T also thought that maybe W doesn't wash her hair every day.  So what?  Neither do I (it truly doesn't need it).  You can still freshen your look every morning.

So on Saturday I dug out the hair dryer and flat iron and proceeded to straighten my hair (tools I don't normally have a need for).  It has been so long since I have done it I didn't remember exactly how much work it took.  But I did it.  Which lead to me realizing that 9 months without a haircut left me with no real shape to my hair.  But after spending a lot of money on Ladybug's hair last week, I was not prepared to spend money on mine this week.  I decided just to cut my bangs. 

PANIC.

No, not really.  When you go 8-12 months between hair cuts for a decade or so, you learn how to trim bangs in a method that doesn't leave them looking butchered.  But I did do it in secret -- because I did not want Ladybug to see me taking scissors to my hair and assume that she could do the same (we have already had that adventure - a couple of times).  And when I presented myself for Ladybug's critique she announced that I didn't even look like her mom (and the grin on her face told me that was a good thing). 

On Sunday I got up and combed my hair.  I needed more that I simple comb.  I took out the hair dresser and blew it straight again -- in less than 2 minutes.  My hair looked straight and combed.  How hard would it be for her to do it?  So I decided to keep it straight one more day -- so I could prove a point (because I just had to be right).

I walked into work today (after a few problems before even getting to work) with bone straight hair.  Combed.  Ready to prove my point.

Only W called in sick.  She wasn't really sick.  But in an effort to make some quick, easy money, she and her boyfriend bought a food cart and are planning on working every weekend at festivals serving carnival type food.  Did I say QUICK?  Did I say EASY?  So she took Friday off from work to prepare for the weekend.  She worked all weekend during a cold rainy weekend.  And she had to take Monday off to recover.  Yep, quick and easy.  So she didn't get to experience my straight hair.  And it won't be straight tomorrow because it needs to be washed.  Going back to the curly do. 

And just to make this a full transformation, I will be dying my hair this week.  I could be a walking, funny-looking, disaster with my bangs and new color by the end of the week.

Mean Mama