A few weeks ago I was visiting my good friend Esther. It was earlyish in the morning and I apologized for having such awful hair because I hadn’t done it at all that morning. She assured me it “looked totally normal” which really meant that all my other attempts to control my hair are totally futile.
I would like to pretend that the hair I leave the house with is the hair that I put no effort into, the hair that I wake up with, the hair that dries like that after I shower, because really then I would have a good reason for it. But the truth of the matter is that although the hair I often leave the house with hair that looks like I just rolled out of bed, chances are pretty high that I have spent a considerable amount of time trying to make it behave, usually involving a burning myself with an ultra hot flat iron.
You don’t believe me? This is what I have to work with.
I think it’s fair to say that if you see me and my hair looks pretty awful but at least doesn’t look like this, you’re welcome.
My hair looks kind of like that. I have had marginal success with a curling iron.
I say we bic 'em next weekend. I've been meaning to go Sinead for years.
That's not what I meant! I meant it looked totally normal for anyone, not totally normal just for you!! :):)