Bad Hair Day
No, I mean this was a REALLY bad hair day. Not metaphorically.
I got a haircut on Friday and was getting ready to go out for dinner with a friend before I picked my husband up at the airport. I usually don't do much to my hair. But with the new cut, I thought I would work with it a little bit. I have this styling wand (or something) that heats up and you can use it to smooth hair, curl it under, add a little body...
I haven't used this styling wand for ages, but I plugged it in, and was trying to add a little bounce to my hair. It was going well...and then...all of a sudden...the teeth caught my hair...and I don't mean a couple of hairs...a large clump of my hair was caught and I felt individual hairs ripping out of my scalp as I tried to free myself.
I was home alone...and starting to get that panicky feeling like I had when I put my wedding ring on too soon after the birth of my baby 20 years ago. (The more I tried to get the ring off my finger, the more my finger swelled....well...you know the story...but that time I ended up at the fire department begging them to cut off my ring.)
I couldn't go to the fire department this time...and I really didn't have any good ideas what to do about my dilemma. I unplugged the hair styling tool and tried to gently free myself, but it seemed whatever I did...only a few hairs at a time were being released and more were being ripped out permanently.
So...before I started hyperventilating, I grabbed the nearest scissors...looked in the mirror and started cutting. Totally random...hampered slightly by the fact that I was not terribly coordinated cutting while looking in the mirror.
Amazingly...my hair did not stick straight up on my head...but...it was a bad hair day!!