I think I’ve been converted to the dark side.  The dark side of personal grooming in which one actually cares enough about one’s appearance to actually put forth some kind of effort.  Particularly in the hair department.  I’m a wash and wear girl.  Well, a wash and blowdry and wear because if I don’t blowdry it’s just…There are no words.  I will admit to spending about 3 minutes with a curling iron also, but only if I’m leaving the house and then only if I’m going somewhere where I think there’s the slightest chance I might run into someone I know and only if the someone I know would be someone I would care about not looking scary in front of.  I’m not sure who that someone would be, but I ready myself to the appropriate degree just in case.

Anywho, I had my hair done today—nothing major, my usual weave and a good trim with some extra little fringing action around the face.  But today instead of the usual blowdry, my sister (my oldest sister who does my hair and is the awesomest of all hair doesers) used a flat iron.  I had heard tale of these flat irons, but immediately dismissed it as something that other people do.  It seemed like an extra step of hair grooming that I was just not up for because it would be like an extra step and therefore take additional effort.  Effort.  Effort is not my middle name.  Neither is extra step.  Or hair grooming really.  But she did the extra step and holy hot dog on a stick!  My hair is like a whole other entity.  Or rather it’s no longer a whole other entity.  (Choose which ever one sounds more impressive to you.)

I don’t know how it does what it does.  But the funky wave that’s not really wavy enough to be considered a purposeful hair style choice, but too wavy to be considered attractive without some serious taming, is gone.  All the little fly away frizzies and poky wirey stray hairsies—gone.  My sister said something about a ceramic something something and an ionic something or other and a lot of other hair mumbo jumbo that I can’t even repeat because I didn’t understand.  All I can say is that I love my hair and I have commissioned my sister to procure for me one of these mysterious and magical wonders of the world that are the flat irons.  And then I will be one of the others.  But an other with fabulous hair!