I don’t exactly wake up every morning like George Clooney’s character in “O Brother Where Art Thou?. ”*snort*..uh..muh hair!”
But my hair has always been a thorn in my side. (Son is right, my analogies don’t match up.)
My hair decided to go curly about age forty or so. There was nothing I could do. Years and years in my teens and twenties (and half my thirties), I spent good money…that I did not have, mind you, ….on getting perms hoping my straight-as a-stick hair would do something…..anything! Now when I see photos of me with a perm it’s one of those (what was I thinking?!) moments. Then after forty, my hair decided to go curly, cork-screwy with a side-order of frizz. Thank you, Mother Nature, thank you sooo much. *sarcasm*
Oh and it gets better. Waaait fooor iiiiiiiit . Six years ago we moved to the Houston area to a sub-tropical climate. Humidity. Up.The.Wazoo. I practically breast-stroke to the mailbox.
I know what you ladies with very nice thick straight hair are thinking: “Straightening iron”. Pffft! Ha! Oh yes, dearies, that “works” until I decided to walk outside…and then *shwomp….boing!* Dandelion time. *heavy sigh*
Yes, I am a fuzzhead and I have embraced it. When life gives one frizz……I product it, spray it and curling-iron it the best I can and just go with it!!
Oh, and I’m a Dapper Dan man, myself.
Lovingly tendered ~~ D