I’ve been wearing my hair curly for a few weeks now. I haven’t suddenly become an afficionado of the curly hair movement. I’ve just been trying to disguise a really bad haircut. While I’ve discovered that, since the last time I wore my hair curly, the products are tons better and I can make my hair look presentable most of the time, I’m not settled with it.
Judging by the number of social media offerings on this topic I’m not alone. I’ve started to see myself as a member of an international virtual community of curly haired women with worried looks on their faces staring at their screens.
The thing about curly hair is that it never looks the same from one day to the next. It is totally unpredictable. One day you think you are some sort of siren with your amazing curls. I imagine myself wafting down the street looking like Andie McDowell at her recent Cannes outing, surrounded by a halo of shimmering silver curls. The next day I am Krusty the Klown from The Simpsons.
I still haven’t figured out how not to look quite so bad I when I am wearing a hat. Which might be a problem in the Australian summer.
I’ve even stopped a woman minding her own business in the street to ask her how she made it look so amazing. She laughed and said “Ha! That’s only today”. From everything I hear, that’s curly hair. You are never really sure what you are getting. You just have to deal with it. Until you are overwhelmed by the call of the straightening irons with their promise of peace, neatness and all good things on earth.