The Hair Fiasco, Revisted
It’s been about 4 months now since I was forced to unceremoniously chop off all my hair. In the ensuing months I’ve done nothing to style my hair, just relying on the trusty wash and go. My mom and my best friend sent me packages filled with amazing and nourishing hair products so that I could at least attempt to nurse these locs back to health.
Many of my friends have commented that my short hair looks cute on me, but I can’t help but to think that they are just saying that, because who really tells someone that their new do is a total fail. My best friend was probably the only one to come out and say she didn’t like it, hence the quick rush of hair products to save the day. I do still feel that I resemble a porcupine at times, but the lack of social outlets and the new pregnancy has ensured that I get a bit of a pass in the upkeep department.
This is how I’ve been wearing it. Looks like I have wavy jheri curls, if that’s actually a thing.
I had some time on my hands yesterday so I decided to blow my hair out and check on the progress. This is the blown out stage, before the flat iron. One of my friends used to call me a brown lion when I wore it like this, and I guess that’s fitting.
This is after I’ve straightened it. I guess a shag would be the best way to describe it. It’s definitely not at a pretty stage. I resemble a young Dudley Moore, or one of the Beatles (I’m sure my mom would know which one). Either way, it’s not really a good look, but at least it’s longer than it was a few months ago. Perhaps when it’s time to go home I will have my old hair back, and maybe even a longer and stronger version if I’m lucky.
If all else fails I’ll make a bee-line for my sister-in-law’s salon the minute I hit American soil and have her work her magic 🙂