Sunday, March 18, 2012

Call Three Besties First!

Momma said there’d be days like this, there'd be days like this momma said. And when there were days like this she also showed me exactly what hair product would make it all better.  Or at least slightly more manageable.   

What is this I am talking about?  Oh, you know a perm!  A PERM USING THE SMALLEST RODS EVER CREATED.

Friday last week I had an urgent need to “do something different” and without any forethought, a perm became my “something different”. 

Within two hours of my crazy thought to do something different I was walking out of a salon looking like a fried cotton ball mess, tears streaming from my eyes pulling my mascara down with them. 

What did I do?

Something different – that’s what I did! 

I managed to get myself under control on the drive home.  On that drive home I rolled down my window. 

Are you here with me people?

Crazy wet permed hair, a single rolled down drivers side window… and a freeway.

Can you imagine just for a moment what I might have looked like when I pulled up in front of Safeway to get the gallon of milk needed to calm my kids?

I didn’t imagine, I looked in the mirror.  And I saw it.  I was a mess.  I was a tear stained, afro wearing, and a lopsided mess.  The left side of my hair was THREE TIMES as fuzzy as my right side.

And I didn’t care.

I was tired, disappointed, and overwhelmed. 

I patted that mess down, did a little “lick and stick” trying to get the mess tamed enough to walk the dairy aisle, and moved on.

By the time I got home I calmed myself down and decided that this was gonna be ok.  This crazy hair mess that represented my crazy life mess, it was gonna be ok.

I owned both as I walked into the front door.

My mom smiled.  Sarah giggled.  Elijah asked for a hug.  Life was good. Messy, but good.

What I re-learned was that sometimes it is better to not act on impulse feelings to “change things up”.  Let the idea sit for a few days.  And if a few days seems like a lifetime, then at bare minimum there should be a rule to call three besties before making any crazy decisions -- like getting a perm.  Like getting a perm using white and purple rods on already super short hair.   Like even “thinking” of getting a perm.

What was your latest impulse feeling and did you act?
What is your favorite local hair salon?  I'm thinking this Mom About The Town should visit :)

1 comment:

Dear Gina said...

I cant tell you how many years it took me to figure this out, so consider yourself lucky to know it now!
OK, bestie fix: relaxer, sallys beauty salon.
Go see Amer if you dont want that experiance ( yes I did)
Go see Hope Hernandez if ya dont want Amer. He will laugh at you, which is what I'd do too:)