|Humid Hawaii's tight, wiry curls|
And the perm was just necessary. Have you ever started growing in frizzy hair over straight? Long, forlorn strands hanging weakly from the frizz storm exploding out the top of your head...it looks like a homemade diorama of rain coming out of a cloud. So yeah.
|Alaska's looser, longer curls|
|Straightened for my trim|
Gods help me, I worked at a day spa over the summer. I had nothing in common with these people, and kept myself aloof of all offers to help "fix" me -- and then one day, this dear little old lady came in for some shampoo and loved my hair. I always ALWAYS wore it up at the spa for professionalism, but she wanted to know HOW it'd been put it up...so I had to take it down to show her. One of our hairdressers saw my long, uncut Hawaiian-style hair, and lost his shit. He needed to trim it. I agreed on the stipulation that he kept it as long as he could, that I was vain about the length and that it was my priority. Then I said a retarded thing while in the chair; "Nah, I trust you." I meant that I trusted him to honor my wishes and do a good job. He took that to mean I had faith in his artist's vision of my head's future. Never, EVER say this while still in their chair.
|The so-called "trim"|
Because this is what you get; I now look like every other high-maintenance spa-going girl. And he STRAIGHTENED it -- which is why it looks close in length. It's a LIE, he actually took off half a foot of hair!
|Still curly, though|
And then, after I'd come home from Christmas in Hawaii that year, it just sort of...gave up. Traveling is hard on dead parts like hair and nails anyhow, because of altitude and stress, not to mention from going between dry, dry Christmas AK, where the snowing has stolen the moisture from the air, to muggy HI, where the so-called "Winter" weather manifests as humidity occasionally relieved by rain.
|And then...suddenly not?|