My hair is the bane of my existence.
I was blessed with sort-of, but not-really curly hair.
It is thin-ish, but also coarse-ish. It doesn’t have an identity.
It’s every bad hair day you have ever experienced all rolled into one.
When I was young it was bad. Real bad. Growing up in the 80’s and early 90’s there were no Chi’s. No one ever taught me how to do a blow-out…AND the dreaded banana clip was in style…or at least I thought it was.
C’mon ladies, you know you had one. I loved my banana clip, I wore it all the time, leading to many broken strands of hair and hair-aches….you know, when your hair is pulled back so tight that you look a little Asian. That was me.
My mother used to give me perms, when I was in, like, the 4th grade. I know she was trying to help, but looking back on those photos I really think that she was just punishing me for being sassy or telling a lie. I think it was her passive aggressive form of punishment….oh, that’s mean.
I embraced the big bangs and the Aquanet, but I never looked cool. I loved Elizabeth Shue from the Adventures in Babysitting…do you remember that movie? As a kid I thought she was so cool…she said the “f” word. It was awesome. So, trying to get hair that looked like hers I got yet another perm and ended up with triangle hair. Again, NOT cute.
In the 90’s I graduated to the scrunchie. I had one in every color, to match every outfit. Then it was enormous bows. I once had a bow that was almost the size of my head. So weird.
Then I had the “Rachael”
Then the “Posh”
Now I think that I have crossed over to the dark side and have “mom hair”….dun, dun dunnnnnn.
Does everyone wish they had someone else’s hair or is it just me?
I have dreamt of having hair like Maria Shriver, but that was not in the cards.
I know you are wondering how I am going to segue this into talk about sugary treats…um, yeah, so am I.
So no clever transition, just a hopeless rant about my hair.
It was a bad hair day and it was on my mind.
Hope the little guy had a great birthday.
And by the way…
My husband just read this post and said….”Really? Your hair is the bane of your existence? Not communism or genocide?”
This just proves that men do not understand…or that I am just not that deep 😉