I spend a rather embarrassing amount of time thinking about my hair. I’ve even named it, as long-time readers of this blog will remember. ↑
I cover it up if I can when it’s raining or misting because it will frizz out completely if I don’t, and will frizz out regardless, even if I do. It’s like having a poodle on my head. I never really control what it does or how it looks, and frankly, after nearly 28 years in Sweden, where it is so often raining or misting, I’ve kind of given up.
The curling iron is relegated to the bottom cabinet, and seldom in use. I mostly let it airdry for 15 minutes and then blow dry my bangs with a large round brush and just scrunch up the rest a bit with my head down. I use volume shampoo and conditioner, and usually some kind of oil or sprunch spray or curly-hair product if I’m feeling adventurous before the blow dryer comes out.
It’s too bad that I never knew how easy it is to get your hair to feather when I was a teenager and desperate to control my hair like all the cool girls. Turns out curling your hair tightly outwards doesn’t achieve the desired effect at all. My hair isn’t pin-curl curly like my sister’s though it has had brief shining moments of behaving that way in the past. It’s more wavy really than curly (except after the frizz rain effect).
For awhile a couple of years ago, I was losing hair unexpectedly and in distressing amounts, but thank goodness that seems to have mostly calmed down, after medication and new shampoo/conditioners. It’s crazy how much of your self-esteem is tied up in your tresses. I visit my hairdresser every 5 weeks or so to color and cut it, and I often chop a little bit off my bangs about a week before just because it’s a leeeetle too long. If I didn’t color my hair I’d be completely grey and despite my age, I’m just not ready for that.
Today was a good hair day. Even though it was cold, it wasn’t raining the short amount of times I was outside. Having a good hair day makes you feel like you look better. It makes you feel like you can face the world (or at least your colleagues). It’s a pick-me-up and a confidence boost. I wish I had more of them, even if most of the time I just shrug and give up and let it do whatever it wants.
Now if I could be more consistent about using lip balm on my always-chapped winter lips.
Mood: beautiful
Music: Dido—Quiet Times