Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Hair 911



OK, so I wasn't drunk and I didn't get my hair stuck in the door, but the effect was the same. Today I win the Dork of the Day Award. I believe Beth is the originator of this dubious distinction, but today I get the prize.

I was in a hurry to get to work, running late. I decided to speed up the process of doing my hair, which was the fatal flaw. I have really fine hair. It is delicate. I have to be nice to my hair for it to be nice to me. I know this. What do I do today? Why, I throw caution to the wind. I turned my blow dryer on high and pointed the sucker at my soaking wet hair. Apparently this is more than my hair could take.

As I'm drying the back, my brush seems to be stuck. I pull a little harder still blasting the poor stuff with the blow dryer when magically *bing* the brush comes free. Then the horror, the horror. I look in the sink and wonder what is going on? What is that in the sink? What is that smell? OH SHIT! It is my singed hair. A large clod of it from the back of my head. I start feeling my hair and can feel that there is a spot towards the bottom in the back where I have handily burned out a patch.

The panic sets in. I throw my hair in a ponytail and race out the door with no makeup, because I've now wasted my makeup time freaking out about my hair. I get in the car and speed dial Art and Science (my hair gurus) and explain my pathetic situation and begin to beg for an appointment with my girl, Alice. Fortune smiled upon me and I was able to get an appointment.

It was like the walk of shame as I walked up to Alice as she is saying, "Oh honey, what happened?" We both end up hysterically laughing and Alice claps her hands with glee and asks, "Oh goody, can we bob it?" So, long story short, I have a groovy new haircut. I really like it and I used to have my hair bobbed years ago. I'm calling this divine intervention through human fallibility. Yeah, that works for me. That way I don't have to admit I am a total dork.

8 comments:

lulu said...

I love you with short hair, I bet it looks adorable.

Johnny Yen said...

A friend of mine once, years ago, fell asleep/passed out drunk on the roof of a building-- the kind that's made of gravel and tar. Her hair got stuck in it. It was still soft enough to pull up, but she had like five pounds of tar and gravel in her hair. She came close to cutting it off, but her mother somehow got the tar and gravel off.

Melinda June said...

The lord works in mysterious ways, T. I would panic if that happened to me.

Tenacious S said...

Lu, I'm really happy with the cut. Alice did a great job.

Johnny, OK, I don't know what's worse drunk and tarred hair or stone sober and burned hair?

Mindy, those were my thoughts exactly. I chickened out of cutting it shorter the last time I went in. I think this was my lightning bolt.

Bubs said...

I can't wait to see the bobbed hair! Our eldest used to have a bobbed do' that looked just like Louise Brooks.

Tenacious S said...

Bubs, I'm feeling sassy with the new hair and got a ton of compliments today and got to share a little laughter about my dork day experience. I'm not afraid to admit that I'm not perfect.

Big Orange said...

this is why I'm largely bald. I used to have hair past my shoulders and I'd STILL like to have it real long but A) the world has taken a move towards the conservative and B) it's waaay too much of a P.I.T.A. to deal with, especially when I'm perpetually getting up at 6:15 AM.

Dale said...

Divine intervention does sound nicer than dork. I hope you donate the singed hair to the Trump organization.