Okay, I admit it! I’m addicted to big hair.
I love big hair. Love, love, love it! My addiction comes from going to a private Christian school where otherwise worldly fashions arrived about ten years later than the world experienced the trend. In other words, when I was a senior in 1996, we were still dressing and doing our hair a little more like 1986.
And BIG hair was still in.
Everyone had big hair. Everyone used ozone killing hair spray and hot rollers. And guess what? I still do. I love my hot rollers. If I had to pick my favorite invention, hot rollers would be right up there.
But lately, at the ripe old age of 28, I was told by my *amazing* hair stylist that I have – gulp! – FINE hair! A lot of it, but still fine in texture. I had always been told I had thick hair. I – it appears, according to my stylist – have been lied to. I have a lot of hair, yes – but it is not thick.
My stylist and I had this conversation because I was noticing a new trend in my hair. I would get my hair perfect (well, big and poufy enough for my standards) in the morning, but by 2:00 p.m., it was so limp it looked like I had gone swimming on my lunch hour. I was distraught!
So, my stylist gave me a new cut with *natural lift* and recommended a new shampoo/conditioner/hair spray brand. I took her advice, bought the products, and went home to try them out.
So far, the products are doing great. I love them, and I don’t look half drowned by the middle of the afternoon.
The problem? Well, the product name. Yesterday, Brett told me he feels a little funny showering in a stall with two giant red bottles proclaiming “BIG SEXY HAIR” in big, black letters.
I also felt funny asking my mom for BIG SEXY HAIR for Christmas. It’s an unforgettable name, that’s for sure!
Oh well, it works and that’s what matters.
Oh, and to make up for Brett’s feeling funny, I told him that I won’t mind at all if he decides he also wants to use my BIG SEXY HAIR! Mmm… wouldn’t you love a man with BIG SEXY HAIR?