Thursday, February 12, 2015



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.

.::cough. wheeze.::.

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?


mcspires said...

Wow is right! Maybe we need to investigate that spray LOL! It would be fabulous if we could put ourselves back together with the stuff!

PS Lovin' the curls!

ShEiLa said...

Gorgeous hair !
I went and cut mine a couple inches shorter.