I watched my curls fall on the ground
I had a haircut the week before Christmas. It was just a little trim. But my hair had grown into a mushroom head look, so I felt it was time to take some action.
Snip, there goes a curl.
Snip, there goes some more.
I watched as all of my gorgeous chemo curls fell on the ground.
I could not believe the shaggy-haired person that stared back at me in the mirror. I didn’t feel pretty any more. I was Samson. I’d lost my mojo.
So I immediately made an appointment for a perm.
I went home for a few days to think about it and shampoo a few times. No amount of product was helping to rejuvenate my Shirley Temple do. But was I really ready to head back to a frizzy 1989 special? Did I want the maintenance of chemically-induced curls? Whe beautician said she could match it to my more expensive and harder-won chemo curls, so I felt it was worth at least one try.
I suffered the indignation of rollers in public. Wiped the tears from my eyes as the fumes caused me to weep. Waited in panic while the stylist unrolled my hair.
It was close. Very close. It looked like my hair, but a little too curly on the top. Very close though.
In the last few weeks, I’ve been playing with my new, pretend curls, applying a little more product than was necessary with the chemo curls, and I’ve finally hit on the magic formula. And, today, I put it to the test. I went into the office for the first time since the perm. Halfway through the day, I finally said, “Did anyone notice I got a perm?”
Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
Nope. Noone noticed and, of course, everyone was then wondering WHY I would do such a thing. When I told them the story, they agreed my hair looked exactly like it did the last time I saw them.