Shiz To Which I Look Forward

No more hairy rubber bands around my wrists. There are times when it looks like I have a small animal wrapped around my wrist. Don’t be deceived: it’s just my ever-present hair bands, my curls trapped and snagged and tangled around them.

Even shorter showers. I’ll be honest: I hate showering. So, it was pretty awesome when they became incredibly cursory two years ago when I stopped washing my hair. In and out in five minutes, tops. Now, without even having to wet or condition my hair . . . oh man. I can’t wait.

No more hair brushing. I have never understood the girls who sit around and comb their hair. There was always that one in school, the chick who had to be reminded in class to put the hair brush away. I never got that. For me, hair brushing has always been a source of pain. I remember, as a kid, my mom soaking my hair with No More Tears detangling leave-in conditioner. Still, there were tears. When I stayed at my Grandy’s house, she couldn’t bear seeing me in pain, so she let me go without brushing. My mom would pick up a tangled, dirty hippie child at the end of the visit. Even now I hate to brush my hair. So I don’t. At least, not as much as I should. But now I won’t have to worry about that at all!

Playing around with fabulous eye makeup. Another thing I’ve noticed about bald women is that their eyes really pop. I’m pretty excited to do some crazy things with eye makeup to compensate for my big, bald noggin.

I even briefly considered pulling an Amanda Palmer with my eyebrows (i.e. shaving them off and drawing on fabulous designs). But then I decided that might be going a bit too far. Maybe that will be my next experiment.