In Which I Discuss Hair

Hair.  That arch-nemesis of all things human and female.  *shudders*

It's that weird, stringy, knotty, curly, straight, flat, poofy, uncooperative stuff that grows on your head and mine.  It's controversial.

Needless to say, I've spent as much time trying to work out a peace negotiation with my hair as any other girl. I'm not sure we've come to terms yet--let me give you a short debriefing on It.  It (meaning Hair) is medium-length, with a few leftover layers, somewhere between light brown and dishwater blonde, flat with a hint of wave, and generally in pretty healthy shape.  I'm trying to grow it out.  It's not.

Hair is remarkably contrary that way. You want it to do something. As soon as you ask it to do this something, even if it's been doing it for years, it immediately stands up indignantly and shouts "NO!" in your face.  Hair needs better manners.

I mean, imagine the thousands of special days Hair has ruined for poor girls all over the globe.  Their wedding. Their birthday. You name it, it's been ruined by their uncaring, unthoughtful Hair frizzing up, falling down, flattening spontaneously, falling down, going straight, falling down, going curly, and falling down. You wonder what Hair has against humanity, anyway.

And then, wonder of wonders, there's the rare woman who is actually on happy terms with her hair.  There are a few ways of this.

#1:  She leaves Hair to do its own thing, not caring what that thing might be, and both parties coexist happily.

#2:  She has what they commonly call a "do," and through years of blowing, curling, straightening, perming, blowing, snipping, spraying, and mousseing, she has battered its self-will down to servial submission. Both parties coexist (though only one is probably happy). This is not a healthy example of symbiosis.

#3:  She is stuck somewhere between those two, trying to get Hair to obey her, succeeding occasionally, but more often then not simply imprisoning it in a rubber band.

I am #3 through and through!

I've tried keeping Hair in a "do" consistently, but Hair doesn't like that and neither do I.  Too much work, too much time, and Hair is not conducive to school.

My latest escapade with Hair was attempting the "vintage" look--twisting, twirling, heating and cooling into a charming, curly fluff-ball of perfection.  Well, it worked for about two days.

So, any good-for school, quick-and-easy hair ideas?  I'm just not that willing to spend that much time on Hair, contrary to its ideas.

At least the stuff can't scream and cry when you lay scissors to it. What a relief.

Cleaning Up and Cleaning Out


full dumpster

Our family has a problem. 

If we get something, we keep it.


Please don’t visit our basement.

On the one hand, this is very useful—we have many family heirlooms with decades, even centuries, of history behind them.  When we need a certain something, we usually have it.

And then there’s the other hand. “Look, we still have a bin of ratty, holey dressup from when you were 5! Why do we still have it?”  “Well, I was going to use that dress in my next photoshoot with a friend…”  And the bin goes back on the shelf.

So, lately, we’ve been working on truly cleaning out. (Or trying to.) My good friend Amy is a wonderful example of this—if she doesn’t need or use something, she throws it out!  What a novel thought. 

But in order to what you have that needs cleaning out, you have to clean up first. I did that with my room recently—and was amazed! I do have a desk underneath the gargantuan piles of unused books, notebooks, random pieces of clothing, hair accessories, photoshoot accessories, camera equipment, computer equipment, old schoolbooks, and random paper.  Amazing. 

And after putting everything away, it was a beautifully satisfying feeling to dust everything (so my friends would stop writing their names—jk!), and get out some fresh decorations from the basement (stop laughing, please) to tie the theme more together.  My room is now a haven of peacefulness.

But in all seriousness, I’ve found that this same principal applies spiritually.  Lots (ok, most) of us have something holding us down. Mine was childhood fear of several things—even though they were quite irrational, and nothing God couldn’t take care of!  It can also be confusion about something—I’ve certainly suffered from that!  Confusion of identity.  Confusion of right and wrong. Confusion of faith.  It’s spiritual clutter.

Remember, God does not endorse confusion—He is the giver of peace! (1 Cor. 14:33)

So, take a good long look at yourself and pray about what isn’t benefitting you spiritually. If it isn’t peaceful, it probably isn’t God!  Clean it up and out!

Pray for me as I continue to do this same thing.

And pray for our family’s sanity as we tackle the basement.  Ugh.