From Inmates to Playdates

For years, I have struggled with my hair.

I want to have fabulous hair.

And by fabulous I mean, simple to style with a big finish.

Notice I said simple to style, not simply style until I get frustrated and quit. In high school I had a “big” finish. Or at least my bangs did!

Oh my word, there are bangs for days! Needless to say me and the Rave were friends. You remember the Rave, right? I also might have been known to wear hair bows and colored scrunchies, too!

I kept my hair long for a number of years, but I did scale the bangs back a bit.

Then, one day a year or so ago, I was having my hair trimmed when I noticed a piece of string on the top of my head. The following conversation followed:

ME:  Is that a string on the top of my head?

FRANK:  Um, that’s not a string.

ME:  Is that a gray hair?

FRANK:  Honey, there’s more than one up there.

ME: When can you get me in to highlight this mess?

That conversation resulted in a new era for me.

When I went back for gray removal highlights, I asked Frank for a fabulous new hair style. Preferably a style that I could do!

This is the before:

 As you can see, I used a small clip to pull the sides of my hair back. Then, I grabbed all of my bangs and curled  them under. To finish off the “do” I’d tease the ends of my hair for a bit of volume.

Volume.

Pffft.

It’s interesting to note that I am standing with Jennifer Rothschild and Dr. Phil (her Dr. Phil). Her hair is fabulous. And she is blind. My hair is aptly labeled “mess” and this was actually a good hair day.

Frank gave me a fabulous, blonde style.

 Then, a week or so ago, I was in the chair again as Frank finished trimming my hair.

He squirted some goop in his hands (I hate goop!) and gently ran his fingers through the back of my hair giving it a little flip.

The same flip I have worked on for the past year.

Only, his flip was a cute flip and surprisingly, my hair didn’t feel like plastic after the goop.

Harps began to play.

Crickets began to sing.

And all was right in my world.

I asked Frank about the “miracle goop” and he showed me a tube of product called Disorder.

I was sold.

I asked Frank if I could buy a tube of the stuff and he informed me that the manufacturers are no longer making it and that once he sold all he had he would no longer be able to get it.

Just my friggin’ luck.

I am hoping that the folks at Joico get a whiff of this post and decide to continue making Disorder because folks, I’m telling you, this stuff works for me!

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