Casualties of looking this good

Like every other Pinterest-obsessed blogger, I too have tried (and been won over by!) the no heat curls via headband.

Hello, vapid side eye. 

I did have one issue with this method:

See that massive forehead dent? Yep, I lived with that for about an hour after taking the headband off. Pinterest never warned me. But I have warned you, dear blog. I'm considering it my good deed for the day.

Big hair, big dreams

I've been on the hunt for a good dry shampoo for about a year now. I've tried a few different kinds, but none really met my exacting standards of perfect hair and total laziness. My sister has a nose for these types of things and has refused to leave the house without teasing her hair since she was about 15.

She directed me to Walgreens and said a seriously old-man looking product, Psst, would make my dry shampoo dreams come true.

I picked some up yesterday when I happened to be at Walgreens picking up a dozen Cadbury eggs and a pack of Sweet Tart gummy bunnies (another product stamped with the Alexson Seal of Approval) envelopes. When I first saw the packaging, I'll admit it - I was scared. Is the perfect hair product really lurking behind this 70s shaving cream exterior?

Turns out, yes. I sprayed my roots and brushed them out then waltzed into the kitchen to declare that I would never shower again (my chronic exaggerations are part of my charm - I showered this morning). It was that good.

Not only that, but when I woke up this morning, my Psst-ed hair was HUGE. It had fluffed overnight and not in that uglybedhead way. In a luxe, symmetrical way. I was sad to have to pull it into a ponytail for the gym. Heartbroken. I longed for the weekend when I could Psst at night and share my oversized, bubbly hair with the world.

Sheesh. An original recipe and beauty advice? Whose blog is this?

Hairy situation

You may remember a few weeks back when I set out to paint our hall (and entryway). It's just about finished (we're just waiting on a small order from Snapfish to fill our barren frames), but the key here is that I painted nearly three weeks ago.

Anywho, I went to see my hair stylist today and as soon as I sat down, she asks, "So, what were you painting?"

"How'd you know?"

She picked through my hair, making me feel like a monkey, and pulled out a few teensy tiny paint flecks. "It's right here."

Sad, but true. Fancy-pants shampoo doesn't wash out paint. This has been a public service announcement from the girl who will now wear headgear while painting.