A Hairy Experience

Alright, any men that happen to read this blog, you can go ahead and go to your favorite car website, or sports website, or whatever, because I'm going to be talking about something that you probably don't care about......My hair. The truth is, I just don't have time for it! I have super fine, super straight hair...and, even though I love my beautician...and I love sitting in her chair while she massages my scalp, I just don't have enough time to get to her salon as often as I'd like/need. And my beautician doesn't just snip and send you out the door. I get the royal treatment! She washes, cuts, dries, and styles. It takes about an hour, and it's heavenly. She owns her own salon and I've always been the only customer in the shop when I've gotten my hair cut. Which is actually kind of nice...so you don't have to worry about what all the other customers are thinking when they see you with your hair plastered to your head as you move from the sink to the chair...or you don't have to wonder what they're thinking as you get your hair cut. I always feel like the other customers are thinking, "Good Lord, she looks terrible!" And at WalMart, people can just watch you through the window as they come and go...like some sort of freak show. ANYWAY...the last time I had my hair cut, my beautician used these really big rollers on the top of my head She rolled the hair on top while it was wet, the blow dried the rest. It gave my hair a lot more body and I really liked it. She told me I could get these rollers at a beauty supply shop. They are called Velcro Rollers. They are real sticky...you just roll them in your hair and they stick, with no pins or anything. Well, I was in Fayeteville last week and stopped by a Sally's Beauty Supply...where they had quite an assortment of Velcro Rollers. I got 2 packages and looked forward to my next shower so I could try them out. That shower came on Sunday morning. Roger had taken the kids to Sunday School and I was going to meet them at church... So, after my shower, I sat down to roll my hair! I had visions of lustrous curls and tons of volume... I began rolling my hair...I would take each roller and make sure the hair was in the "teeth" of each one...then I would roll the hair up and sort of press it into my head so that it was sure to stay put. I think that may have been the wrong thing to do. I blow dried my head, but it was getting close to time for church, so I began taking out the rollers before my hair was completely dry. The problem is...the rollers were stuck. I'm not exaggerating. They were absolutely stuck to my head. When I pressed the rollers into my head, the teeth evidently grabbed onto some of the hair on my head, so when I tried to unroll the roller, it wouldn't unroll...it was stuck to my head. Thus came one of my most painful experiences. I literally had to pull the rollers out, along with handfuls of hair. By this time I'm angry, and have tears in my eyes from the pain. And, I'm going to be late for church. Imagine 12 rollers worth of hair as a frizzy mess...like a little rat's nest. After I finally got out the last roller, and threw it in the trash, it took me another 15 minutes to comb my hair because of all the tangles. As I sneaked into church about 10 minutes late, Roger wanted to know why I was late. He wasn't very sympathetic...