I am a regular reader of Jolly Goode Gal, an awesome blog full of design ideas, great photos and lots to read. Every week, Jerusalem writes a Thursday confession. This week, she invited her fellow bloggers to join in! I always thought this was a fun idea so why not!
My Thursday confession is that I still, at 32, don’t know how to “do” my hair.
It’s true. My hair is straight on top, curly on bottom and frizzy everywhere. If I don’t blow dry it correctly, it goes into either a claw clip or one of those half-pulled through the ponytail holder type buns.
On a good day here in Arizona, my bathroom is about 80-90 degrees, so using my blow dryer isn’t something I can usually be bothered with. Up it goes. I try to do the little pouf on top with my growing-out bangs, but that’s really my only “trick”. I have no miracle products that I have found or that I am loyal to. There is no one shampoo that changes my hair’s world. I have a flat iron, but really, who has time to do more than just the front and pull the rest back?
I see women all the time with adorable haircuts, styled to be perfect but not-too-perfect, and they look so pulled-together. I don’t know how they do it. Their hair is sleek and falls gracefully, no flyaways in site. Not sure when I missed this day in the Womens’ Universal School Of Magical Beauty and Unicorns. Or maybe it’s my genes. But the real confession today is: So what?
I might not be perfect, but trying to be perfect gets you farther away from it. This is who I am, like it or not. And I like my little claw clips, 1980’s be damned!