Niagara Falls, Part One
Thursday, May 24, 2012.
One of my very best days.
Well, not the whole day.
I had an excellent nineteen minutes.
The best nineteen hair minutes of my life.
I took my shower and washed my hair as usual. Also as usual, I applied my three special styling products. A special root lifter first, then I combined a special styling cream with a different special styling cream. It’s a special process.
And I dried with an ionic dryer and a big round metal barrel brush.
Then I ironed (I keep my ironing board set up because I am a little obsessed with ironing. Not like how uncaring I am about my hair and makeup). I dressed in my freshly pressed (I’m still gloating over Freshly Pressed) clothes and went back into the bathroom to do my makeup.
And there it was. Looking me right in the mirror.
My hair was perfect.
You know how once in a while your hair comes out absolutely right?
I’ve never had a perfect hair day.
But there it was. Perfect.
Great volume, but not wild. And I had the kind of swinging shine that I have only seen on commercials. (and on my grandniece – it is just wrong to envy a four-year-old.)
I finished my makeup, and Voila!
A stunning sixty-one-year old.
I went down to breakfast.
While waiting for my husband to notice what a gorgeous wife he had, which I was sure would only be a matter of time…just another cup of coffee to get his eyes unstuck…
I had a hot flash.
Do you remember the scene in “Airplane” where Robert Hays starts to sweat?
Yeah, like that.
So I got nineteen minutes of great hair.
Am I discouraged?
If perfect hair can happen once, it can happen again.
Because now I know my hair has POTENTIAL.
I just have to wait till my hormones calm down.
I figured I’ll be seventy-three.
I can hardly wait.