I was going to a wedding on Sunday, so my friend Andy insisted on straightening my hair for the occasion. It’s the first time I’ve ever had my hair flat-ironed.
It’s so silky and it looks so much longer! But I can’t afford to do this on a regular basis and I wonder why we all want the kind of hair we don’t have. It’s probably the same reason we all want a body shape that doesn’t come naturally either.
I’ve been going around feeling superior to everyone without long straight hair. Tomorrow after I wash it, I’ll turn back into a pumpkin.
If anyone lives in L.A. and you want good hair, Let me know and I’ll hook you up with Andy, whose Salon is in Santa Monica.
As for the wedding, It was the most glorious and romantic occasion you could ask for! The bride and groom are both in their forties and had nearly given up on finding someone to love. But when they met, it was clear to all that they were soulmates at the deepest level. The bride was breathtaking in her satin gown and swirling veil and I did her red lipstick. Their love is like an orchid blooming in a wasteland. It proves that good things still happen.
I’m grateful for the miracle of love and flat-irons.