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Freaky Hairstyle and Fun Day
I currently look like I should be in a sixties tv show, where all the girls have hugely curly and exciting hair.
Seriously. Look at this:
Normally, my hair is thin, just past my shoulders, and DEAD STRAIGHT.
To achieve the effect you see above, I had to sleep with my hair in curlers, use a huge quantity of hairspray, spend the day dressed as a pirate, and then come home and comb it all out into the huge frizzy mess in the photo.
...oh, yeah, by the way - I spent the day dressed as a pirate.
In fact, I spent the day looking like this:
(Note the hoop earrings, the bare feet, the tight curls, and the SWORD.)
The reason for this madness… and the reason why I went to the supermarket dressed like that and carrying a sword… and the reason why, last night, I had to race down to my parents' house and frantically hide everything before my brother-in-law got there…
…was a surprise party. For the brother-in-law. A pirate themed surprise party.
Here, by the way, is Caleb, looking oh-so-cute-and-piratical:
We had costumes, and piratey games, and chocolate covered coins, and people saying "ARRR" with gusto. 'Twas fun.
…and now my hair looks insane.
Were I an ordinary person, I would possibly be shrieking, hiding my head under a paper bag, and running off to shampoo it back into a manageable state.
Because I am not a sensible person who thinks about how insanely complicated it would be to wrestle with these curls on a daily basis, I am instead trying to talk myself into getting a perm so that I can look this weird every day.
(Don't worry. I'll probably talk myself out of it again before I manage to get to the hairdresser.)
Seriously. Look at this:
Normally, my hair is thin, just past my shoulders, and DEAD STRAIGHT.
To achieve the effect you see above, I had to sleep with my hair in curlers, use a huge quantity of hairspray, spend the day dressed as a pirate, and then come home and comb it all out into the huge frizzy mess in the photo.
...oh, yeah, by the way - I spent the day dressed as a pirate.
In fact, I spent the day looking like this:
(Note the hoop earrings, the bare feet, the tight curls, and the SWORD.)
The reason for this madness… and the reason why I went to the supermarket dressed like that and carrying a sword… and the reason why, last night, I had to race down to my parents' house and frantically hide everything before my brother-in-law got there…
…was a surprise party. For the brother-in-law. A pirate themed surprise party.
Here, by the way, is Caleb, looking oh-so-cute-and-piratical:
We had costumes, and piratey games, and chocolate covered coins, and people saying "ARRR" with gusto. 'Twas fun.
…and now my hair looks insane.
Were I an ordinary person, I would possibly be shrieking, hiding my head under a paper bag, and running off to shampoo it back into a manageable state.
Because I am not a sensible person who thinks about how insanely complicated it would be to wrestle with these curls on a daily basis, I am instead trying to talk myself into getting a perm so that I can look this weird every day.
(Don't worry. I'll probably talk myself out of it again before I manage to get to the hairdresser.)
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