high school hair

So on a frizz-i-less note...

I have always had untamed hair. And not the kind that looks particularly good, unless some effort is applied.

In high school, that effort required going down to my parent's finished basement where my mom had her ironing board set up. This was easier and more effective than sleeping on gigantic, hard-plastic pink rollers.

I would heat up the iron, drape my long dark hair across the ironing board, and then iron it. Mostly I did a decent job, although a few times I remember burning some strands. Ah well, a little bit of collateral damage isn't too bad.

Back then, I loved that long straight look.

It would be nice to have naturally straight hair. Or, beautiful wavy hair. Or, even tight ringlets. 

But my hair has none of the above qualities. In other words, just washing my hair and letting it dry has never resulted in a good look. (Excluding the times I've used keratin or cezanne or some other straightening-type process).

A few years ago, when I was at Saks, I helped an Israeli customer who had invented a straightening brush called DAFNI. I bought it.  Put it in a closet. And then forgot about it.

During one of my COVID organizing days, I came across it, and decided to use it. 

I'm impressed.

I wash my hair and let it dry naturally. Pretty scary.

Then I comb through with this brush. It takes me 6 minutes.

Maybe not perfect, but so much better and with such little effort. 

If I were actually going anywhere, I'd maybe spend a few minutes longer and see if the extra effort results in a more finished look. And maybe, too, add a bit of make-up that has gone unused for months.

 But for now,  I'm happy.