|BEFORE THE RAIN: SILKY FINE |
Because for women with hair like mine, the dry air of a normal winter is our friend. Rain, on the other hand, is the Enemy. It can take a beautifully tamed head of silky, straight hair and turn it into clown frizz within minutes.
As it did yesterday, when I missed my bus and had to stand out in the dank for half an hour while the humidity molested me like it was Hulk Hogan and my hair was his neighbour's wife.
When I finally got to work, I burst into the office with Medusa hair, soggy clothes and a denuded, rain-washed face. And the entire room fell thuddingly silent.
Finally a co-worker said: "Oh. Your hair . . . "
|AFTER THE RAIN: I HATE MY LIFE|
After I'd had a chance to calm down and reapply makeup, I felt a lot better. Especially when I saw the forecast: colder with a chance of flurries. Maybe even a blizzard that will shut the entire city down for two days and make your life a cold, living hell.
What? Pop the corks! Praise the lord! Probability of good hair: 90 per cent!