Yesterday I had what can only be described as an Epic Hair Fail.
It was stinking hot and Scott and I had tickets to see comedian, Chelsea Handler. So rather than have to deal with my frizzy, out of control curls, I decided to get it blow dried straight.
I couldn’t get an appointment at my regular hairdresser, so I took a chance on a salon up the road.
I arrived and was ushered to the basin, where my hair was washed while my stomach rumbled rather loudly.
“Was that you?” asked the young girl who was vigorously washing my hair.
“Um, yes, I think it was. I haven’t eaten lunch yet and I’m famished. Sorry about that” was my reply.
“That’s ok. I forget to eat all the time. Is it hot outside?” she asked, and so the random small talk continued.
Once the wash was over, I slid into a large chair while another gorgeous young thing dramatically threw a leopard print cape over the front of me before asking, “So what are going to do today?”
I told her I’d like my hair to be blow dried fairly straight but with a few big fat curls on the ends.
“No problem” she said. “Let me grab my brush and we’ll be good to go.”
And so the arduous task of blow drying my curly locks began.
She got about 3 minutes into it and I knew things weren’t going to plan. The poor thing kept getting my hair tangled in her teeny tiny round brush and to be honest, all the hair pulling she was doing in order to free the knots was giving me a bit of a headache.
“It’s ok with me if you’d prefer to just straighten it with the GHD” I piped up after enduring another few minutes of tangle wrangling.
“No that’s ok” she sort of giggled (was she nervous? worried? borderline delirious? It was hard to tell!) “I prefer to use the blow dryer because it always lasts longer than the GHD. Don’t worry, it won’t look this big once I’m finished.”
Thank F*&k for that was what I wanted to say, but because I’m polite and felt a bit sorry for her, I smiled and replied with “You’re doing a great job. I’m sure it will look lovely once you’re done.”
Now I probably should point out that this is look I was going for:
And THIS is the look I ended up with:
See that knotted mass at the top of my head? That’s what the entire back of my head also looked like!!
And to make things worse, the gorgeous hairdresser had put so much product and hairspray in my hair that is felt like a combination of stale fairly floss and sandpaper. So yeah, not exactly what I had in mind!
Once she was done, the hairdresser held a mirror up to show me the back and honestly, it took everything within me not to burst out laughing. This is going to make one hell of a blog post, I thought to myself, before telling her she’d done a fabulous job and no, I don’t think it needs anymore hairspray, but thank you for asking.
I paid her the 45 bucks it cost to get the fairy floss bird nest blow dry done and walked briskly to my car, all the while hoping I didn’t bump into anyone I knew!
As soon as I was home, I raced upstairs, plugged the GHD on and set about solving my epic hair fail.
My hair was so full of product that the poor old GHD was struggling to get through it, but we got there eventually and a weird-looking ponytail arrangement was the end result…
Which, now that I look at that photo, looks a bit sporty. And as we all know, that’s not really a look I ever embrace!
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