I thought I was ahead of the game. Way ahead. Turns out the weather snafooed my plans. Again.
Dan left town yesterday (a 5 hour drive to Rochester, NY…I don’t envy him). And for the first time since we moved, the responsibility of Humphrey’s morning walk fell to me. Instead of trying to get out of bed much earlier than usual to fit the walk in and still be at the bus stop on time, I decided to get a jump on things by showering the night before.
In wintertime my plan is flawless. It leaves me less to do in the morning and guarantees that I do not go outside with wet hair (see Dad, I do listen!). But last night I wasn’t thinking about anything but the absence of the cartoon clouds in the weather forecast. No rain? Excellent. Straight hair it is.
I spent 45 minutes straightening last night and the expected 20 this morning to touch it up before getting dressed and heading out with the dog. My hair was sleek and shiny and STRAIGHT. So off we went. Our 20 minute stroll was lovely. And as we were walking, I thought to myself how nice it is to be out at 6:15 in the morning and not need a sweater to fight off the early morning chill. That should have been my first indicator.
I got back and went up to the bathroom to brush my teeth and I glanced up at myself and my hair looked a little like this:
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I laughed out loud, grabbed an elastic and put it up in a ponytail, which is what I should have done in the first place. I guess that’s what I get for not looking past the absence of the little cartoon cloud to where the weather channel predicted 64% humidity. I pity the people with really curly hair on a day like this.
So, the trusty straightener has been placed in the drawer, where it will remain, sadly, until sometime after Labour Day.
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Kris - OK. I can TOTALLY relate to this.
I remember my first hair straightener well. It was the summer between grade 11 and grade 12 and I bought myself a $30 metal plated Conair and straightened my hair with it 3-4 times a week for 4 years, until I caved and bought the $120 ceramic model, which I’m still enjoying. I’m fanatical about straightening, to the point that I can’t deal with my hair when it’s curly anymore. It drives me insane. It has to go up.
That being said, it’s been straightened for so many years that it’s kind of given up and the curls have softened into waves, which I can kind of enjoy. Sometimes.
Summer in Ottawa used to be a nightmare for me, but it now remains straight most of the time. Probably has something to do with the 10-degree office in which I spend 80% of my time.
shannen - This is a good straightener that I’m using that still results in friz. I have ridiculously thick hair that has become more and more curly/wavy over the past few years. I guess when you are trying to tame that kind of beast you are bound to fail now and then.
I don’t think I’ll bother trying to straighten it again. It’ll be a curly Q summer for me!
Jen - That is funny! You know Calgary is the exact opposite. It is so dry here that I think any day now my hair is going to start breaking off in pieces.
In a weird way I miss the humidity.
forgetful.ca » A return to the Villa… - […] The weather was certainly better than it was four years ago. Last night was brisk and clear, where as on September 27th, 2002, it was pouring rain…and we all know what happens to my hair in the rain and humidity (which is why I’m still surprised that we made it to date two). And though we noticed a lot in the area had changed over the years (the famed ‘Elbow Room’ is no more, the ‘Fire Station’ has been closed to make room for an attempt at an upscale martini bar and the yummilicious ‘Oh So Good’ has bid farewell to Elgin Street), Pancho Villa hasn’t changed a lick. The menu is the same, the wait stafff seemed familiar and of all the tables in the place, we were seated right next to the table we first sat at together. The only thing that really differed was the conversation, with more time was spent reminiscing than getting to know each other this time. […]
forgetful.ca » A return to the Villa… - […] The weather was certainly better than it was four years ago. Last night was brisk and clear, where as on September 27th, 2002, it was pouring rain…and we all know what happens to my hair in the rain and humidity (which is why I’m still surprised that we made it to date two). And though we noticed a lot in the area had changed over the years (the famed ‘Elbow Room’ is no more, the ‘Fire Station’ has been closed to make room for an attempt at an upscale martini bar and the yummilicious ‘Oh So Good’ has bid farewell to Elgin Street), Pancho Villa hasn’t changed a lick. The menu is the same, the wait stafff seemed familiar and of all the tables in the place, we were seated right next to the table we first sat at together. The only thing that really differed was the conversation, with more time was spent reminiscing than getting to know each other this time. […]