I don’t care who you are, your hair has to be better than mine.
My hair does not look good wet.
It does not look good dry.
It is too thin, too fine and too recalcitrant.
If my hair were a person, it would be a willful toddler throwing herself on the floor of a public place and having a complete and total come apart.
I have asked nicely. I have bought thousands of dollars worth of products. Spent hours and hours in the salon.
My hair has been bleached, permed and glazed. I’ve had undertones, overtones and hot oil treatments. It’s been teased, sprayed and moussed.
And what’s my reward?
A big ol’ head full of crap.
This is not my hairdresser’s fault. My hair always looks great when I leave his salon. In fact, it looks great for at least an hour. But then humidity and gravity take their toll and the hairs on my head just revert to their natural inert state.
Sunday afternoon husband and I had to share an unbrella walking to our car in a downpour after a social gathering. When we got home, he said he was going to Costco and did I need anything…maybe some “hair puff.”
I swear to God, that’s what he said…”hair puff.”
If I thought it would help, I would shave my head bald and start over.
Then I remember that I already did that once and it didn’t help.