Weeks of cool, moderate weather have deluded me into thinking I have some control over my hair. It's been smooth, straight-to-wavy. You know: manageable.
My hair has been on a 3 day mission to let me know who's the real boss of me. She means well but she's sort of a mess. She's channeling Magrat Garlick.
I left a IKEA yesterday (which was positively clotted with humanity) during an hours-long downpour. I walked under my umbrella pushing a buggy of a few glass things I'd bought'n. At the car, the tissue wrapping the glass stuff was soaked, so I had to set the umbrella down and pick up the glass things from the cart with both hands. 5 seconds in the in the rain and suddenly my hair was very heavy. What once hung below my shoulder blades was now thick, ropelike coils of completely soaked hair hanging now only to my shoulders. As it dried, it got larger and larger.
If my hair must be the boss of me, I wish it were more of a benevolent dictator.
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Ah yes, hair is always the boss. We are mere carriers.
Could be a Susan Sto Helit thing - her hair has a tendency to rearrange itself on a whim.
What I want to know is has anyone ever been in an IKEA that was not jam packed with people?
I take it you didn't get any of the golf ball size hail?
Now you know why my hair is as short as it is. The slightest bit of humidity and it stand a good 6" out from my head. It is unbelievably curly when it has any length at all.
Yet another reason I'm glad I live in a desert - no humidity!
My hair actually behaves. When I lived in Maryland, however...it was a daily toss-up whether my hair more closely resembled a poodle or an Afro. I don't miss it.
I can't believe I'm posting about hair, but I can relate. Mine's about to the middle of my back. Get it wet, God Forbid, when it's not tied back?
It's kind of a sick, black, Little-Orphan Annie curls kinda thing.
Sheeesh.
Here's to better luck next time!
tweaker
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