The last Wal-Mart trip I decided that I hadn’t really spent any money in while (which isn’t true) and needed to be nice to myself (for which I don’t have a particular reason for that either). What kooky item need did I indulge in this time?
Naturally, a hair straightener. My hair is doing that oh-so-graceful under curving that my Mom covets, and with the same reason that I cannot have black hair, I refuse to have the same hair style as my mother. Let’s get a little photo-blogging going on here. I had to edit my photograph because I was parading around in my skivvies, even decadently showing my tattoo.
[Did I say that I was getting more during the summer? I’m posting this purely to see if my Mom is keeping up with my blogs. If she is, I’ll get a phone call tonight with her pleading me not to get anymore tattoos. When I mentioned dying my hair blue again, I got a call with her frantically asking if I was REALLY going to do that.]
As for a more valid reasoning for the purchase is my abiding hatred of the blow dryer. I have never been able to stand the time-honored and mostly woman-specific occupation of drying my hair that doesn’t include sticking my hair out of the window of my car. What’s so bad about it? It’s the noise. It’s usually too early in the morning for having Satan and his minons bellow into my ear.
Both my Mom and J were a bit skeptical, with my Mom asking with a bit of a laugh, “Don’t you have straight hair already?” As per usual, I didn’t listen to any voice of reason. “There are ions to combat frizz! It should dry my hair! Awesome!”
Now for putting the theory put into practice. With my ancient curling iron (Yes, I have a curling iron. I know. No, you haven’t seen me use it.) you turned it on and go for coffee. This flat iron was ready to go in less than a minute. Plus it gently beeped at me, telling me that it was at my service. I cranked up the heat per the instructions for using it on wet hair and grabbed a chunk of wet hair. Holding it vertically, I clamped on and pulled. It steamed and from the dark wet hair came perfectly dry, non-burnt hair. Wha! YES!
Sadly, I could not take pictures in mid-progress because I wasn’t wearing a shirt. If I showed that, then I would have to show you the following pictures where my nymph-like friends came over and we all somehow fell into a vat of pudding, right?
Right? Right. Besides, I need to keep it family friendly over here.
Did it work? I’m not sure. I got a little impatient with drying small strands and just said, “This’ll do for round one.” It may have added some frizz…but the drying ability – crazy cool.
HWSNBN told me blankly after picking up a strand of my hair, “I’m sorry…but it doesn’t look any different than it did yesterday.”
The ions people, the ions.