Sunday, December 28, 2008

Hair Troubles

My hair has a hard time behaving. It all started when I was about 12 years old and in one day went from having stick straight hair to coarse, frizzy hair. A lot of people gave me advice on how to better manage my hair; "try hot rollers" (not so good in the 8th grade, a little better now), "if you would just put gel in your hair it would look like mine and then maybe you could have a boyfriend, too" (I'm not kidding--someone really said this).
I finally learned some tricks to manage my unruly locks and make the natural curl look somewhat presentable, when wouldn't you know it, I have a baby and went from unruly curly hair to straight-in-some-sections-and-curly-in-others. I have to say that this has been a little easier to manage, but more hair troubles ensued.
We moved to Nevada, and as I have mentioned in previous posts, I did not love it. I blame Nevada almost completely for the grey hairs that popped out when I was merely 25. To cover up these grey hairs, my sister-in-laws and I decided to try a box of hair color with "just a little red" (requested by Ben). That little bit of red turned my hair completely BURGUNDY. It took 7 treatments within a month to get it back to semi-normal. Needless to say, my hair was fried. In our new ward I met a lady who told me that she would love to do my hair. I looked at her own frizzy mullet, and since I am a firm believer that your hair will in some way resemble your hairdresser's, Bambii did not get the job.
I have kind of trucked along over the years and have discovered some real tricks that help. I can't live without: a) good shampoo and conditioner, b) my S-Factor smoothing lusterizer, and c) my round brush and blowdryer. I have also learned that it is good to give my hair off days, but my exercise schedule and the sweat that comes with it, make this part of my regimine a little tricky.
One of the only pleasures that comes with my hair is that it LOVES to be played with. I am putty in the hands of whoever runs their fingers through my hair. I will let my kids stay up as late as they want as long as they are playing with my hair. So, on Christmas night, we were watching Wall-E and I was in my hair-being-played-with catatonic state, when all of a sudden something was terribly wrong. My usually tough scalp was being pulled at in a very strange and uncomfortable way. There were strange clicking sounds..."What are you doing to me, Maya?!?" I reach up and grab the cuticle scissors that came in my manicure set from Santa out of her little hand.

Will there ever be peace in my hair's life?

9 comments:

mzzmyrick said...

ooooooooooo I'm so sorry to hear that!

Tony and Traci said...

Owwie! One of the many mishaps that have happened, I'm sure. We can swap more stories when I have my baby.

Amberly said...

I love your Christmasy blog look.

I let my kids stay up late playing with my hair too. They can convince me of almost anything if they are playing with my hair. That is a blissful state.

Do you remember when you would have me play with your hair in seminary...? You were very specific about how your curls should be separated. ;)

libbie said...

oh . . . so are those short hairs on top Maya's doing! Ha HAAAAA!! that is hilarious! but I am sorry to hear that. unfortunatly i have many a hair woe too. it must run in the family. drat.

Jennie said...

And here I would have killed for Emily Reil's hair in high school!

That Maya is a pistol. I'm sorry - not fun to deal with, I'm sure. I fall into that catatonic state when my hair is played with too. Aaron hasn't caught on to the fact that I'll consent to just about anything when I'm in that state.

Bryn and Blaine said...

I think you are beautiful. Even Blaine always said he thought you were hot. I am sorry about the cut, atleast it was not a big chunk. SMILE!

The Yancey Family said...

Hahahahaha! I am laughing so hard!! Hahaha! I have often listened to the woes of your hair, but believe it or not, it's actually very presentable most of the time. Did Maya get in sooo much trouble? You look pretty P.O.ed in that picture!

So, are you going to be able to hide that little section?

Laura said...

As your sypathetic hairdresser friend, my condolances. I am so sorry, I feel for you. I understand about having kids and the FUN that is on hair,having kids made mine curly and I have finally embraced it....You know I would never trust a hairdresser with that name anyway, mullet or no mullet. You need to get her a bumper sticker that says "friends don't let friends have mullets" Its always a true principal!

adamandrebeccacoughran said...

i laughed so hard when i saw your picture.. i am sorry for your loss.

so the other day i was talking to adam about how i cant wait to be a cute stay at home young mormon mommy that knows how to can and has a cute house that is bigger than a our one bedroom apartment. and the first person that came to my head was Emily Kern!