No Blaise: Incurable Curls

At the Blvd, my roommates and I like to provide commentary on all the latest trends. We then take whatever trends we do like, and try our best to translate them into our own everyday life.

On Wednesday, Katie came into my room and asked if I liked her hair, she’d just styled it with a curling iron. A feat that she’d been trying to master for a while, and today was the day she’d finally done it.

And since she’d done it, I had to try it immediately!

My hair is shorter than hers, so I decided to go with a different curling iron than she’d used for her own hair. Once I got started on the styling, I realized that this smaller iron meant ringlets for me. Not the best look.

I handed the tools to Katie, and she proceeded to finish curling my hair because she thought she had a method worked out that would create something a little less Shirley Temple-esque. Mission not accomplished.

By the end, I was a poodle…

Since we did this in the evening, I thought a night of sleeping on it would take the volume down a couple notches. I woke up Thursday morning only to realize, the curls were not going anywhere.

I spent the day at work, laughing every time I went into the bathroom and saw my bozo hairstyle. Then, when I got back to my desk, I was immediately stressed. Sitting in a professional office space with the hair of a five year old was not the biggest confidence booster.

Thursday night, I went to bed thinking that a second night of sleeping on these curls would deplete them. There was no way they could survive two nights of being slept on!

But, these curls were not kidding. Though they did become less Shirley Temple-esque, they were still pretty much staying true to form.

You gotta be kidding me…

After work Friday, the curls were actually starting to look normal and pretty good as far as hairstyles go. So, I decided I’d take the curls out for a night one the town.

Sidenote—I showered over the course of these three days, just didn’t wash my hair. As with the uncurable curliness, it’s also ridiculously thick so it takes a lot for it to look/feel dirty. Don’t want any readers wondering why I was willing to walk around smelly for the sake of curls. I’m very clean, OK!?

Ok, anyway. So I went out Friday night, woke up Saturday morning…still curly.

I’d come to grips with the fact that these curls were here to stay, so I wasn’t massively shocked about this.

What did surprise me is that later that day, I went running. And, to do so, you obviously have to put your hair back. So I tied my hair back in a bun, and did a few laps around the block. I get back, am about to get in the shower so I take my hair out of the bun and, voila! My curls bounce back into their original shape.

Oh, COME ON!

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