I'm not gonna lie ladies...it takes a lot of time and effort to get from this:
There is some serious polishing going on and I'm not talking about silver. My hair, as we've already established is nappy. You remember: nap.py. Getting it all straight, smooth and sexy is an arduous process that entails creams, gels, sprays, spritzes, blow dryers, flat irons and smoothening conditioners. Not to mention ZERO humidity. The whole process leaves my husband saying the same thing every time I blow dry my hair straight, "Your hair is actually steaming. Smoke is coming off of your hair. Look at the house; it is filled with smoke. You are going to get lung cancer. Kids, hold your breath, Mom is straightening her hair again". And he always says it in this tone of voice like I have just driven 14 hours with them in a Ford Festiva with the windows up while I smoked 12 packs of camels. And he calls me high drama.
Well tomorrow that will all change because Salon Sara is putting some sort of permanent straightener in my hair. You know I'd trust Salon Sara with my life so my hair is no big deal. She's fabulous and always leaves my hair looking way more fabulous than when I got there so I don't ask a lot of questions.
"What happens when my hair starts to grow out?" Nope. Didn't ask. "Why does this process take 4 hours?" Never even crossed my mind. "Will I still have my trademark 'flip' after this process or will I have gone all Ashlee Simpson?" Should have asked but didn't. Trust. That is what a girl needs to have when working with the talents of Salon Sara. Trust and a little shot of tequila never hurts. But only when you're going in for a 4 hour straightening hair procedure.
I'll be honest, I'm not 100% certain I'm coming out of there with any pubic hair left.
And that's ok with me. Just as long as I don't come out looking like this: