So, I went to a fashion show…
Nothing special about that; it’s an annual thing, sort of start of the autumn season, and half the town was there. It’s a show open to the public, and the clothes are already (or will soon be) in shops. And of course everybody dresses like a true fashionista and takes tons of photos… And I couldn’t have cared less.
I’ve had some bad luck with this particular fashion show. Last year I was dressed for the part (more or less), except for my hair (hey, it was raining, OK?), but battling an uneasy stomach that turned into an appendicitis a few hours later…
And this year I was suffering from back pain (lumbago), and seriously worried whether I would be able to a) sit down for the show and b) ever get back up again.
So, I really didn’t give a rat’s [insert your choice of body part here] about what I looked like. Being able to get dressed without having to resort to some sort of twisted yoga moves was the decisive factor when choosing an outfit. And I was wearing the exact same earrings and shoes I was wearing last year. And of course it was raining again…
Let me repeat that: it was raining when I left home. This explains the hairdo. This is my ‘rainy day hair’, I call it ‘The Poodle’.
You see, I have naturally curly hair. It’s a curse. I’ve hated it for as long as I can remember. But that’s OK; my hair hates me, too. Every now and then I try to propose a truce, but the hair always refuses to meet me halfway.
I have to hand it to it (the hair, that is) for being extraordinarily inventive (or vindictive, whatever) when it comes to new ways of torturing me. Seriously, my hair is very creative: I never know what it is going to look like when I wake up. Or whether it will decide to cooperate (to some degree) or not.
And yes, I know all about special shampoos and treatments etc. Please! I grew up in a salon. My mother was a hairdresser. And my aunt was a hairdresser. And they used my head to try out whatever the latest ‘do’ was… But that’s beside the point.
Hair straighteners and chemical relaxing treatments are not an option. You see, my hair is not only curly; it is also very fine and thin. Yes, I know, it doesn’t look thin. That’s because it’s curly. It’s also about 3 cm longer than it looks like in these photos (you know, because it curls up it looks shorter…). Anyway, baby hair, that’s what I have… Chemical or heat treatments will turn my hair dry and brittle, making me look like a scarecrow. Yeah, been there, done that. I did say my mother (and my aunt) was a hairdresser, didn’t I? I did quite a lot of experimenting in my teenage years (most of it without my mother’s advice, approval or knowledge). What hasn’t been done to my hair probably can’t be done at all.
So, to paraphrase my (excellent) hairdresser: even a teflon coating wouldn’t prevent my hair from turning into a frizzy mess when it rains. So, I guess I have no choice but to learn to live with ‘The Poodle’…
t-shirt: Zadig & Voltaire (old) / cardigan: Masai / trousers: Oska (old) /
shoes: Ecco (old) / bag: Lancel (old) / sunglasses: Prada
How does your hair look like when it rains?
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