It wouldn’t be Christmas without a meltdown.
Mine came early on November 29th.
With the my new lob comes great responsibility.
I still have not mastered the beach curl, and have experimented with a few curling irons and other hot tools. I decided to experiment with a wand on the day Carms said we were posing for our Christmas card photo.
So many questions:
- Why were we hiring a photographer in our backyard when we’ve used a rogue iPhone photo as our Christmas card taken by a stranger for the past 10 years?
- If we are doing this posed photo, can we at least be in blue jeans and a crisp white button down at the JC beach where there are margs served on tap?
I started to curl my hair with my new wand and semi ignored that it was a cordless device. AKA it needed to be charged.
The wand comes with a car charger and was plugged in the entire drive to Hancock Park.
I arrived with the half bun (I would have looked very Venice chic), and immediately started to curl after Carms scolded me for not coming prepared.
Really, she was more concerned with the overage cost of the photographer (Groupon service that charged by the minute if you went over).
So at the time I thought, “eh the hair looks OK.”
We received the proof for the card and I nearly drove my car off Wilshire.
Shirls called and she wants her wand back.
My mother, who said I was beautiful when I had my unibrow, said the photos were adorable.
My hair was cray.
I decided to get a second opinion from my good friends at the Drybar.
I showed the stylist the photo and she said, “you did that?” And flipped the chair around to give me a live tutorial of how to curl my lob.
To those who receive the card, please try to look past my Shirley curls, and Merry Christmas.
xo,
Giggles
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