I was feeling sorry for myself yesterday. This entire week I've been bored to tears. There are some days when I run around like a CRAZY lady (usually in the Fall or Spring during field hockey or lacrosse seasons) but in Winter and Summer...I'm literally climbing the walls of the Internet.
Two days ago I contemplated via my facebooks status (plural on purpose- it makes me laugh. Best Buys. Wawas) if I should get hair extensions or pay for a hotel on Saturday night in New York City before my prenatal yoga training on Sunday. I opted for the hair extensions telling myself that if I found a deal for under one hundred dollars, we'd spring for the hotel room too- credit does amazing things. I had a talk with Danielle, a friend from my grad class and who is a woman of color. She and I have about the same length hair- barely reaching our ears and about two weeks ago she came in with a new shoulder length hairdo. I asked her all about it and I told her that I was a little nervous about the trying the whole process but I wanted to get into it again.
Tuesday night while Todd was in class I made a trip to Sally beauty supply in Ridley and bought a few packs of hair- some that just about matched and one that was a little darker so I could throw in some low-lights. Last night I got home after the second poorly attended meeting this week (which made me all mopey) so I decided that it was time to open up the bag of tracks and start gluing instead of lay around, feel sorry for myself and watch TV.
My sisters met me with the following:
SK: I'm about to glue in a weave
j.madrak: Why?
SK: Why not?
JM: you're watching too much Wendy Williams.
(later she said: "Whoaaaa" and "Like!")
SK: I'm about to glue in extensions. Wanna come over and help?!
LMad: Wow- exciting...Can you do it yourself?
SK: I can
SK: Crying all the way because I'll be lonely
(censored pregnant lady talk)
LM: Take a picture [for me.]
The first track I tried to put in was a mess- I needed two mirrors- or a person to help so I could see the back of my head. I sat down and started to sew clips to the tracks only to discover that if I kept that up, I'd need about twenty packs of clips and my head would feel like I was wearing a helmet. I was still really nervous about the glue/rubber cement and doing it myself- mostly because I didn't want to look a mess....BUT I had spent the last few days searching EVERYTHING on the Interweb and had viewed three or four how-tos on YouTube about applying extensions to short hair- what did I have to lose? Two things could happen: It would look awesome...or it would be a mess. Either way, it would be a good source of amusement.
I started sectioning my hair on the top and sides- I had both sides applied when Todd got home. I was working on the project upstairs so he came up to see me and gave me his very best Wendy Williams "How you doin?" (she wears a lot of fake hair.)
It's funny, even though I can be completely myself when I'm around Todd- and feel completely at ease I wasn't sure how he was going to react when he saw me gluing tracks of someone else's hair to my head...and that I needed his help to hold the mirror...he reacted exactly how I wanted him to...
Reason #853 why I love Todd: he helped with a smile, didn't judge and laughed right along with me about how fun/silly the whole scene was. I wanted to glue hair on my head and he wanted to watch Syracuse beat Florida. We have a TV in our bedroom so we all got what we wanted. He even glued one or two tracks in.
So...mission accomplished. I feel like a new woman with a new 'do. Although it doesn't exactly following along with the Wendyism of "the bigger the hair the smaller the hips" it still is helping me feel pretty. And I haven't felt very pretty with short hair and a belly peaking over my pants recently.
I'm ready and available to help anyone who needs a whole head or a few tracks to spice their game up.
Two days ago I contemplated via my facebooks status (plural on purpose- it makes me laugh. Best Buys. Wawas) if I should get hair extensions or pay for a hotel on Saturday night in New York City before my prenatal yoga training on Sunday. I opted for the hair extensions telling myself that if I found a deal for under one hundred dollars, we'd spring for the hotel room too- credit does amazing things. I had a talk with Danielle, a friend from my grad class and who is a woman of color. She and I have about the same length hair- barely reaching our ears and about two weeks ago she came in with a new shoulder length hairdo. I asked her all about it and I told her that I was a little nervous about the trying the whole process but I wanted to get into it again.
Tuesday night while Todd was in class I made a trip to Sally beauty supply in Ridley and bought a few packs of hair- some that just about matched and one that was a little darker so I could throw in some low-lights. Last night I got home after the second poorly attended meeting this week (which made me all mopey) so I decided that it was time to open up the bag of tracks and start gluing instead of lay around, feel sorry for myself and watch TV.
My sisters met me with the following:
SK: I'm about to glue in a weave
j.madrak: Why?
SK: Why not?
JM: you're watching too much Wendy Williams.
(later she said: "Whoaaaa" and "Like!")
SK: I'm about to glue in extensions. Wanna come over and help?!
LMad: Wow- exciting...Can you do it yourself?
SK: I can
SK: Crying all the way because I'll be lonely
(censored pregnant lady talk)
LM: Take a picture [for me.]
The first track I tried to put in was a mess- I needed two mirrors- or a person to help so I could see the back of my head. I sat down and started to sew clips to the tracks only to discover that if I kept that up, I'd need about twenty packs of clips and my head would feel like I was wearing a helmet. I was still really nervous about the glue/rubber cement and doing it myself- mostly because I didn't want to look a mess....BUT I had spent the last few days searching EVERYTHING on the Interweb and had viewed three or four how-tos on YouTube about applying extensions to short hair- what did I have to lose? Two things could happen: It would look awesome...or it would be a mess. Either way, it would be a good source of amusement.
I started sectioning my hair on the top and sides- I had both sides applied when Todd got home. I was working on the project upstairs so he came up to see me and gave me his very best Wendy Williams "How you doin?" (she wears a lot of fake hair.)
It's funny, even though I can be completely myself when I'm around Todd- and feel completely at ease I wasn't sure how he was going to react when he saw me gluing tracks of someone else's hair to my head...and that I needed his help to hold the mirror...he reacted exactly how I wanted him to...
Reason #853 why I love Todd: he helped with a smile, didn't judge and laughed right along with me about how fun/silly the whole scene was. I wanted to glue hair on my head and he wanted to watch Syracuse beat Florida. We have a TV in our bedroom so we all got what we wanted. He even glued one or two tracks in.So...mission accomplished. I feel like a new woman with a new 'do. Although it doesn't exactly following along with the Wendyism of "the bigger the hair the smaller the hips" it still is helping me feel pretty. And I haven't felt very pretty with short hair and a belly peaking over my pants recently.
I'm ready and available to help anyone who needs a whole head or a few tracks to spice their game up.
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