|me on a good hair |
This is neither here nor there, but I've just discovered She Lets Her Hair Down, and am drooling over photos of incredible, gorgeous hairstyles. As you may or may not have noticed, I have long, unrelentingly straight, brown hair. End of story. I like to imagine that it could be amazing, thick, wavy, and perfect, but unfortunately I don't live in a magazine or a vampire movie (at least, I'm not aware that I do), and also, I was raised with boys. I was not allowed to use nail polish in any area of the house but in my bedroom with the door shut, and even that elicited much wrath. ("It smells! IT SMELLS!!!") The fact that I can operate a hair dryer and apply inexpensive mousse is already just short of a miracle.
Also, I don't spend much money on my hair, because, hello, it costs money. Also, I don't do expensive hair justice on a daily basis. Also, I live in Los Angeles, and if I go for a "cheap" wash, cut, and blow dry, I walk out $80 poorer. Also, talking about my appearance makes me grumpy. I'm working on that part.
ANYWAY. What was I saying? Oh, this hair blog. I'm in love. I'm inspired to be better. I'm super tempted to do this, but am sure I need to be a gorgeous fairy waif to pull it off. And I can't quit staring longingly at this, because it is pretty much exactly what I wanted my wedding hair to look like, except Jimmy and I only barely managed an event just this side of elopement so I was lucky that I had any help with my hair at all and I have not forgotten that fact. Still. I'm drooling, and scrolling through hairstyle photos like never before.
I know, I know: look at me, all girly-like. Just don't get used to it. I still can't operate a curling iron properly and don't own more than a sample-size of hairspray. But I can pin a photo of pretty hair to my Pinterest boards, oh yes I can!