Saturday, June 27, 2009

Hair Today, Gone Tomoorow...

Dear Hair,

Well it had to happen sooner or later, didn't it? There are few things I have complete confidence in, you were always one of them. Not for me straighteners, conditioners and a trip to the apothecary in order to control frizz. When girls spoke of the battles conducted with various implements just to stop their crowning glory looking ever so slightly pubic, I looked on blankly, not quite understanding what the drama was. I just washed it and went, oblivious to the civil wars raging between the head and body of many a distressed damsel in the bedroom battleground.

How the tables have turned? What wrong have I done you? Sure I may not put tonnes of chemicals on you on a daily basis, but don't I take you to a nice salon every couple of months? Don't you get a lovely head massage and cut? Doesn't the nice lady always tell you what nice condition you are in? When she asks us what products we use to get so shiny and we tell her we don't use any and she looks horrified, don't we chuckle?

So why, Hair, why, in the name of Jesus, have you chosen to rebel as we trot around France? France, the land of the chic? Handsome men with sexy accents? Wot iz zeese gruwing from yur ed? (okay it doesn't type as sexy as it sounds) Why at this precise moment, have you decided to start looking like a bag of cheese strings with a fringe thrown in for good measure?

I have covered the mirrors with black cloth and am wearing a hat until you return...

Yours sincerely,


  1. Girl, there is nothing worse than a bad hair day, except a bad hair day around a good looking french man. Must be something in the water. What, with all that great food and superior wine, it serves the french right that they have to suffer with crappy water. Too many blessings for one country (gotta keep e'em grounded).

    Hmmm. Something tells me that Vanessa Paradis never has a bad hair day AND she gets to come home to a great looking American. I'm sure it doesn't suck to be her.

  2. Ugh. I love summer, but hate what it does to my hair. I used to have curls. Now most of that is gone and I have to obsessively round brush it to death to get it straight. But then the frizzies start.

    But you are in France! Sure, land of hot french men but also land of crazy fashion! Go with it!

  3. Being that misery loves company.....WELCOME! Make yourself right at home! Pull up a chair, put your feet up, get comfy, cuz it's ALL DOWNHILL from here.

  4. It's got to be the water! I know how bad hair can just totally spoil your good mood but try not to notice it too much... however hard it is, French girls have lovely hair...

  5. I hear the french salons are full of real cute hot men...even if they may be harm in looking!!

  6. It's new to me, my hair has always behaved itself, i took it for granted and now, it doesn't want to know...on the flip side, who cares, the weather is amazing and i am going to make my self an outfit made of cheese....yum!

  7. "On the flip side" hahaha!

    Humidity. Got to be. Either that or some Subtle French Plot to Take Over The World, one hair-do at a time...