self-image

As part of today’s haircut, the stylist offered to style my hair. She pitched the idea of ironing out my hair. Curiosity got the better of me. I’ve never actually had my hair straightened before, and I wondered what it would look like.

Now I know. It’s a little creepy, actually. I pat my head and there’s no sproing, just this weird odd sleekness that my hair normally can’t achieve, even when wet.

It’s already disturbed two co-workers and one friend. It also took a LOT of work, so I doubt that I will buy the equipment to make it work, but it was an interesting experiment and an unusual change.