Notwithstanding my fondness for spas, purses, and pedicures, I would never be accused of being a real girly-girl. I’m very comfortable in shorts, tennies and a t-shirt, minimal make-up and hair thrown back in a ponytail. But as I was telling Whimzie, I’m not 20 and running fifteen minutes late to Intro to Music class anymore, so maybe it’s time to raise the personal appearance bar. Hence the mascara and my latest purchase, a flat iron.
I was a little nervous to use the flat iron at first. It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that the lady at Sally told me to use thermal spray protectant on my hair prior to using it and on the back of the bottle in big bold letters it said COMBUSTIBLE and it made me a little nervous to be using flammable materials on my head in conjunction with an instrument that heated to 450 degrees.
Things that make you go “hmmmmm” and grab the fire extinguisher.
Just in case.
I asked Whimzie what to do because she is the queen of all things hair related (she had TWO sets of hot rollers back in the day) and I think she was a little nervous for me because she sent me three or four IM’s about what to do and not do when I tried it for the first time.
She knows when to be appropriately alarmed. She saw the results of many a bad encounter with a curling iron in college. I think at one point she considered just taking it away from me altogether.
I was clearly an amateur.
I think I managed to use the flat iron somewhat appropriately because Mr. CPQ was appreciative of the results and let’s just be honest, anything that remotely resembles effort is better than my usual look.
Now if I can just work on the wardrobe and make-up a little…..
Have a nice day.