Morning Ritual

Brush. Comb. Curling Iron. Gel. Hairspray. Big Mirror.

I cannot tell you how sick I am of using these items Every. Single. Day.

First I must curl every piece of my hair...yes, EVERY. SINGLE .PIECE. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

(Have you ever tried to take a picture of yourself in a mirror with a HOT curling iron affixed to your head? Not an easy task. I am not left handed, but I had to switch hands to get the picture)

Once I get every single piece curled, I bend over and run the brush through all the hair once--only once. I must be bent over at the waist. It simply does not work if I am standing upright.
From here on I use only my fingers to style. I rub gel lightly into both hands and run my fingers through the entire head of hair, sort of pulling and separating as I go along. I stop often to reload the gel.

Then I flip upright and begin the tedious task of pulling tiny little sections of hair through my gel- moistened fingertips. If it's a good day, I won't have to do this very long. If it's a bad day, forget it. I'm doomed to go to work with old lady hair. The stuff that looks like it's been teased into big fat rolls of curl. I'm going for the slightly messed up look.

You know the look that says you spent no time at all on your hair. You just jump out of bed, toss your head a bit and it magically falls into a tidy disarray looking all sexy and gorgeous.

Yeah. Right. I think it probably helps if you are under 30 years old to get that look.

I rarely have more than 15 minutes to devote to my hair so I go to work looking a little less sexily disarrayed than I'd like. :)

I am complaining to myself throughout the entire ritual -- oh, woe is me having to do this day after day.....yadda, yadda, yadda. I even complain to DH as he passes through. "How would you like to do this every day?", I feel like he is not exactly commiserating with my sorry lot in life. "All you have to do is dry that little bit of hair and out the door you go." What a sharp, evil tongue I have so early in the morning. The poor guy rushes past to get out the door.

Hey, what do you know? Today was one of the good days. I like how it turned out this morning.


Now I give it a very light spray of a wonderful freezing spray called Volumax. I can't live without it. It holds well and does not give a stiff feeling to the hair.

Once DH is gone and I separate the last tiny little piece into place, it hits me.

How dare I complain about having to do my hair every mornining when there are so many women who would give anything just to have hair. I feel humbled and ashamed as I vow not to complain ever again about styling my hair.

I was planning to show you a full head shot of the finished product. Unfortunately I looked too much like what I am....a 50-yr old woman on the verge of developing a double chin....needless to say, there will be no full head shot today!