Good night

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Today, I didn’t have to drive any farther than my usual commute. Well, other than the hairdresser, for a quick refresh of my color, and my Brazilian Blowout. The Brazilian (no relation to the wax treatment) takes a while, so it was a long visit, but even so, I was home early by last-few-days standards. Continue reading “Good night”


Haphazard hair

Three weeks ago I had a keratin treatment on my hair called a Brazilian Blowout, and I gave the short-term report a few days later.

OK, three weeks had passed. It was time for me to go back for my next hair appointment.  That is, by the calendar, it was time.  By my experience, though, it was well past time.

I had spent the last few days giving serious thought to shaving my head. And this from a person who does not do drastic things to her hair. Heck, I can wear a hairstyle into the ground like nobody else.

Flyaway! Unmanageable! Unruly! UGH!

I don’t want this to sound like I’m blaming the keratin, because I really am not.  To backtrack… my hair was still feeling much nicer. But let’s face it, my hair was pretty dry and damaged going in, and even with carefully treating it with only the keratin-friendly shampoo and conditioner, the Blowout wasn’t containing the problem. It hit the wall at about day 14, and it had all been downhill from there.

Now, my hairdresser does not come out and say, “Was that the look you were going for? Because if not, we need to do something about this.” But she should, and I have told her so. But there was no need today. Today, I could not wait to ask her to work some kind of magic. Continue reading “Haphazard hair”