Setting it straight

Posted: July 15, 2015 in Musings
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I had my second salon appointment last night. It was at 6:30 p.m., and the rest of the stylists were going home for the night. I told Audrey that she did not need to stay late just for me, I would not want someone to change their schedule around just for me  . . . she told me not to worry about it and that if she did not want to be there she would not be there. She’s a sweetheart and she is doing so much for me. She has stayed late and slashed the prices of her services for me, and I am grateful but at the same time I feel guilty. Sigh. I just don’t think I am worth having some one else spend that kind of time and effort to help me. It does not seem reasonable in a way.

Anyway, I went in and she said that having my hair straightened would help the extensions to blend in better. She asked me if I was willing to commit to it . . . having my hair straightened would mean that I could not wash my hair for two days or wear my hat or hair clips. For me that is like going out in public naked.

But I told myself a long time ago that if I was going to do this I was going to do it 100%. I am not going to half ass this. This is too important and too hard for me mentally to do it half way and then have to try again later. It’s kind of a now or never thing.

Having your hair straightened is quite a process. First they wash your hair, then theythumbnail apply this really strong chemical, the smell of it is so strong that it burned my eyes. The chemical is applied throughout the hair without touching the scalp, the stylist sort of brushed it in. After that you have to have heat on it for about 10 minutes, so they put you in one of those chairs with the dome heat things on the top. . . you know, the kind the old ladies in movies sit in?

After that your hair is completely  blow dried. At this point it is so frizzy, well for me because my hair is so curly, that it looks like there is no way it will be straight when the process is done. I looked like I was struck by lightning while sticking a fork into a power socket for awhile there.

After it was blow-dried she took a flat iron to all of it. I did not think that I had enough hair to even fit into a flat iron to be straightened out, but she did it. She started at the back, where it is the longest (of course I can’t see the longest part of my hair, all I see is the frizz ball on the top). She did the back and had me feel it, and WOW. It was so incredibly straight and soft. It did not feel like my hair at all. I could not stop feeling it, touching it, it felt so amazing.

Because it is so curly it looked and felt a lot shorter than it actually is. After she straightened it I could see that there was actually a bit of length to it. Not as much as what I would like, of course, but more than I thought I had. Bonus.

For the first time in my life I have straight hair. I mean stick straight. It is so soft. I really liked it.

Then we went and ordered the extensions. They are really spendy, like $70 a pack and you need three or four. I almost chickened out. But I ordered it. . . now I can’t go back and I am a nervous wreck.

I am so excited about it, but no one is excited for me. Everyone acts like it is such a hug crime for someone who has super curly hair to want to straighten it. Why? Why do they tell you to do what makes you happy and then get upset when you do?

As soon as the hair gets here I am going to call the stylist and we will go from there. I have to keep moving forward.

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Comments
  1. trichdr says:

    I’m excited for you. I think you’re brave for agreeing to go 2 days without any covering as I know how hard that can be. I can’t wait to hear how it turns out, I’m sure it will be worth it.

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