If you asked me what I think my best feature is, I'd probably say my sense of humor, sarcastic wit, or ability write my name with my feet. If you asked someone else, they'd probably say my hair.
Little do they know what this hair has been through. From the moment I was born, my mother burst into tears thinking that her daughter would forever be bald. I finally grew some by the time I was 2, but when I turned 3 it hit its peak and has not stopped growing since. Unfortunately, the road to good hair was a bumpy one. I mean, it sort of was inevitable since my mom was the only Chinese woman I've ever seen with an afro ON PURPOSE.
There were perms, bangs, bad dye jobs, and general unruliness going on for a long time. I tried every hair product in vain (and sometimes in tragedy) in order to look like whatever was cute or current in Sassy or cool and hip in the later years. At my 10 year reunion, I begged the question to just about everyone: "Where was my hair intervention? Hello? I thought you people were my friends!" But then I realized we all had hair issues (except you, Therese Kirsch, and your long blonde gorgeousness that apparently does not cease).
Finally, after all those years, I've realized that it doesn't take a lot of work to make myself look a little less like an asshole. Some shampoo, a $12 haircut, and a Chi flatiron (from your little sister who apparently knows much more about hair) will do. THANK THE BABY JESUS.
Behold, 13 years of bad hair (click for set):
Ah, the wonders of the Chi. I’ve been through the hair horrors (although not sure yet if I’m brave enough to post pictures – it was REALLY bad). The Chi, however, has saved me from my curlykinkyfrizzysemiafro and has made things right in the world. I love it!
lori – the notes on the photos in the flickr set…priceless…i’ve been laughing, literally, for minutes.
ms. pickle – the chi has changed my life forever
j – i’m here to please
oh, i LOVED that set. but even though those days felt like bad hair days, they weren’t any worse than pretty much everyone else. it was the hairspray/curling iron/teasing decade for god’s sake.
that blonde one scared me. i did NOT expect that.
This makes me feel a little better about posting my mullet a while back
God Bless Chi.