Diagnosis: Bad Hair Day
Diagnosis:
I woke up today suffering from an extreme case of Hair-Impairment. In laywoman’s terms, that would be: Really Bad Hair Day.
History:
What happened? I went to bed with my hair looking perfectly fine. There I was last night, sleeping and minding my own business. Then I woke up today, and oh my God! I had turned into a blonde Morticia with droopy overgrown locks sans any whiff of body (picture the “before” in a slow-motion Vidal Sassoon commercial). They're all grown out like an old Tressie doll from the 60s whose just-like-real-life locks (if hair looked like plasticized yarn, that is) have been yanked on too hard by a two-year-old who skipped her nap.
Possible Antidotes:
As I see it, baseball cap, paper bag, or burka.
Rx:
Waiting to hear from the emergency hairstylist-on-call. Wish me luck.
Comments
My mom told me a funny story about a friend of hers the other day. This woman is amazing and beautiful but suffered from lack of hair. She had a bad hair life and would never come out of the bathroom until she had put her hair up and put her eyelashes & face on. I guess one night she was throwing a dinner party for her husband's colleagues and couldn't get her wispy hair to cooperate, or get her face put on, and then to make matters worse she cried and ruined the work she had done. The guests were arriving so she put a paper bag over her head and hosted the whole dinner party looking thru 2 tiny cutout holes and talking thru a little cutout mouth. Everyone thought she was hilarious and the dinner was a hit! Man, I feel like that many days (today included) but would never have the guts to do it. I would have liked to just crawl back into bed today when I got to work and realized not only is it a bad hair day (which I tried to correct w/a hat) but it's a fat day and a bad outfit day all rolled into one. Blech!
um, it's 'burqa' genius
Hey "genius," if you are going to address someone in a sentence, you better use a comma!
It's "Um, it's 'burqa,' genius." As if!
How about we keep the flame-wars and snide comments to another blog, Hillary.
P.S. I love your blog, Laurie. Keep up the good work!
Actually, "burka" is an alternate spelling of "burqa." Look it up in Merriam-Webster.
Just when I thought I had conquered frizz and curls with my two hundred dollar super watt hair dryer and smoother, now I have to worry aboutgray peeking out from the endless growing roots at the top of my head...thanks for touching on the never-ceasing dilemnas of grown ups trying to look gorgeous!
