It’s been a few months now, and I can finally talk about it. Laugh about it, maybe.
But just maybe. So don’t push your luck.
What is this “it” that I speak of, you ask. Oh, that would just be my hair TRAVESTY that happened back in May when my hair dryer decided one day and for no reason whatsoever to just “wig out” (pun totally intended) and scorch my hair.
Scorch? Yes, scorch.
Scorch, bake, blacken, blister, broil, char, cook, parch, roast, scald, sear, seethe, shrivel, singe and stew.
To scorch. Verb. Scandinavian origin. Ironic, no?
Yep it did quite a number and ended up frying most of my hair before I realized what was happening. In my defense, there were no tell-tale signs of said scorching like, y’know, smoke….or that awful burnt hair smell that usually accompanies hair dryer malfunctions. No, this attack was surreptitious. Covert. Clandestine. Under the radar. Cloaked in the guise of every day hair drying.
And it was only when I noticed that I had singed off nearly half my bangs, when the damage was already done, that I realized what had happened and started shrieking in octaves that only Cooper could hear.
And so, to my hair dresser I went. To have inches of shriveled locks lopped off. And to begin the long road back to “able to be seen out in public” hair. In the mean time, there were buns. Bobby pins. Interesting braided bangs that people thought was just me being fashion forward. Ohhh. El. O. Ellle blogworld. Fashion forward indeed.
But what I came to realize, was that perhaps the best cover up of all for this fringe faux pas was just a good ole trusty ball cap. So you can imagine how happy I was when our bride & groom from last weekend, Tiffany & Charlie, brought me one. But not just any baseball cap. See, T&C know that I am obsessed with the show “NCIS” and will often watch hours of the marathons they put on USA (hey, what else are you going to do when you can’t be seen in public :) Well it just so happens that Charlie works for NCIS. Not the show. The real NCIS. Complete with weapons and all. Y’know, the one that advises Dinozzo & Gibbs how to be so broodingly handsome while defending the country. Oh Hoo-rah. So just knowing how much I love the show, Tiffany & Charlie got us a real NCIS hat & mug from the….I dunno….NCIS gift shop? :)
And all this time they thought they were just getting me a gift.
But little did they know, because of them the NCIS is now aiding me in a major cover up. :)
Happy Tuesday y’all!!
**So tell me, what was YOUR worst hair disaster? Come on, make me feel better here. :)