I mentioned yesterday that
my countdown to Caribana had begun. (Yes, I know we're calling it the
Scotiabank Caribbean Carnival now, but if I called it that in front of my West
Indian friends I'd be laughed off the Lakeshore.)
In this thrilling
down-to-the-wire series, you get to observe my daily preparations as I groom
myself for what millions consider the biggest party of the year.
Yesterday's dilemma was the
outfit. (Not going well. I
was at the mall last night for two hours and all I came home with was a top I
don't like and a blister on my heel.) Today’s dilemma is much
more grim. Today's dilemma is . . .
THE HAIR: CURLY VS. STRAIGHT
This would usually be easy,
but this year there is an issue, that being the scorched filaments
(please see Hairdressers behaving badly) that are now residing where my healthy hair
used to be. So the contenders are . . .
CURLY: Ordinarily, going
natural would be the best choice for
Saturday's sweaty, humid bacchanal.
Alas, hair this damaged doesn’t want to form a decent curl. It wants to droop from
one's head like a hanged man and make moaning noises.
STRAIGHT: Getting my hair
straightened makes it look healthy and sleek as a mink pelt. It's a cunning illusion that
makes me extremely happy for about an hour ... until the sweat and humidity turn
it to clown fuzz. (Editor's note: Are you seeing the cat in the sink in the background? He is SO not normal.)
DARK HORSE:
Hat
EVEN DARKER HORSE:
Wig
DARKEST HORSE OF ALL:
Peau de soie bag over head
*For more info, check out the official website at Toronto Caribbean Carnival 2012
Embrace your curly-girl goddess. And then pull it all on top of your head with some sort of whorrific hair thingamy.
ReplyDeleteBy God, that's BRILLIANT! A whorrific hair thingamy! I think I know where I can get one of those . . .
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