Doing my hair has never been something that I’ve been particularly good at. It doesn’t help that heated wands aimed at ‘styling’ one’s hair can make my knuckles go white (from my hands gripping the edge of my chair or each other). The haircut that I got in the fall looked particularly nice straightened so I figured that I’d try to conquer my fears and straighten my hair on occasion. Step one was watching (with my eyes tightly closed) my sister straighten my hair a few times (while my mom stood in the doorway telling Tory to stop enabling me by doing it for me – the other Nogle women do not share in my hair impairments – they spend lots of time on their hair with the right sprays/creams/equipment and it always looks really nice, even when you compliment them on it and they tell you that it looks terrible and they just rolled out of bed and have only run a brush through it…I’m looking at you Helene).
Eventually I mustered up the courage to purchase a straightener. But instead of just purchasing one, I bought two. Because I know myself. And going from no straightener (all I owned was a blow dryer that I rarely use) to a full-size straightener was just not going to happen. So I bought a full-size straightener, for when I was ready, and I bought a travel-size mini straightener for in the meantime. The plates are 0.5 inches x 2 inches, and the whole piece of machinery is quite light and unintimidating. It works great on my bangs, or if I’m doing a half up/half down look (that first layer of hair closest to the neck is soooo easy to straighten. Usually where I fall apart is those last few layers of hair towards the top of my head. That’s when I busted out the full-size straightener – I was ready to straighten more than just my bangs and the lower layers of my hair. While I’ve only used that straightener twice, both times have been uneventful, so I’m gaining confidence with it.
Here’s a photo of my hair nicely straightened (which means that Tory probably did it), based on the length of my bangs, and the lack of coat, this was probably late fall:
On Sunday, my good friend, and college roommate, Vanessa was coming to spend the day with me. She always is dressed to the nines and looks great. So when we’re going to spend the day together, I try to dress at least to the sevens. But I was otherwise occupied on Saturday and didn’t get my laundry done, or started, so my clothing selection was going to be limited to what was clean, so not much. I decided that if I was going to be dressed to the fives, that I’d at least put some effort into my hair and that would make up for it. It took me about 30 minutes, but I finally got my hair straight [enough]. I thought it looked nice, as if I’d just had a blow-out at a salon. Mom thought it looked decent (thanks Helene).
The benefit to straightening one’s hair on Sunday, is that it’s still nice looking on Monday. And it was this morning. Until I left the house. Then my glorious (perfect commuting weather) commute happened. The air, although warm, was a little damp (which happens when it’s above 30 degrees in Chicago) and the slight breeze didn’t help. Now my hair doesn’t look like I put any effort into it – and is puffing out. Here’s me at my desk. Well half of me, the focus here is supposed to be on the increasing width of my hair.
So it looks like it’s time to put the ol’ straighteners back into the drawer from which they came from – because trying to wrangle my hair in weather above 30 degrees is just futile. While I might leave my house looking like $100 bucks – by the time I get to work, all of that effort (and heat damage) will have been for naught.