On Tuesday, I indulged myself by asking a salon to shampoo and style my hair; and boy howdy. I certainly got what I asked for. I ended up with curls everywhere. The stylist fussed for an hour over my head, then told me she was going to apply her SECRET WEAPON. She grabbed a big shiny cylinder and began spraying, and spraying, and spraying.
Then she told me my hair could withstand Hurricane Katrina. I laughed, and left, and fully expected after sleeping on my bouffant 'do that I would awaken the next morning with my tresses pressed flat.
When I got up yesterday, I was amazed. This stylist was not kidding - fully 36 hours later and without any manipulation other than fluffing with my fingers, my hair is slightly deflated but still looks like this:
Man. I wonder what came out of that can? Think her secret weapon could fix more parts of me in addition to my hair?