The Greasy Hair Curse
Ok look...I'm just going to get this out in the open right away. I feel like I need to be upfront with you guys. I do not wash my hair everyday. I do shower everyday...I just do not wash my hair everyday. Now as you can see by my photo I have mass quantities of hair. Thick, shiny, luxurious hair....no wait...thats not me. My hair is surely thick but it is coarse and seriously just looks like a horses tail. I flat iron it every other day as to minimize damage. And although this does minimize damage I still have split ends like nobody's business. My hair is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Today would be day three...the day I wash it. So for our photo shoot this morning I thought I would just leave it and wash it later when I got home as to retain as much shine as possible. Oh I had shine alright. I may as well have just dipped my hand in melted Crisco and rubbed all over the crown of my head! So today...for like the first time ever...my hair decides its going to be greasy!
I went to pick up the kids from school. I hadn't washed my hair yet. As I'm waiting, I notice one of the moms that I'm friendly with looking at me. At least I think she's looking at me because we all wear huge bumble bee sunglasses. Anyway, she comes over and gets right up next to my hair and asks "Do you flat iron your hair?". This questions apparently piqued the interest of the other mothers waiting for their kids. They all moved in for a closer look. In my head I'm thinking "Crap....don't get so freakin close to my hair!". I replied that yes, I did indeed flat iron my hair, which in turn led one of the mothers, that I don't really know very well, to reach out and touch my hair....fully exposing my split ends to the entire group!
Personal space people....personal space!
I went to pick up the kids from school. I hadn't washed my hair yet. As I'm waiting, I notice one of the moms that I'm friendly with looking at me. At least I think she's looking at me because we all wear huge bumble bee sunglasses. Anyway, she comes over and gets right up next to my hair and asks "Do you flat iron your hair?". This questions apparently piqued the interest of the other mothers waiting for their kids. They all moved in for a closer look. In my head I'm thinking "Crap....don't get so freakin close to my hair!". I replied that yes, I did indeed flat iron my hair, which in turn led one of the mothers, that I don't really know very well, to reach out and touch my hair....fully exposing my split ends to the entire group!
Personal space people....personal space!
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