My hair philosophy.
Somewhere in the Psalms, David states “The higher the hair, the closer to God.” Actually, I think it’s in Proverbs 31. Right after “She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.” I think it says “Such as teasing her hair to Jesus.”
I just really like big hair. I always have, but have only learned how to achieve such heights now that I know about things such as “Volumizing Hair Gel” and “Hair Spray.”
By the time my children are graduating from High School and College, I hope to have perfected a perfect bouffant. “Give me the Marge Simpson!” I’ll yell to increasingly exasperated hair dressers.
I am trying to be nicer to my hair, after giving it the meth hooker treatment. I deserve better than that. I’m also trying to grow out my bangs, which is a real tough call, as I do want to be Zooey Deschanel. Unfortunately, I have no forehead, so I cannot get a full bang. Just a heavy side bang. And heavy, fast growing side bang has a way of going “Apple Store Teen Hipster” really quickly.
My hair is finally molting it’s pregnancy weight. This means Nick had to buy Drain-o and I’m constantly startled by tickles on my arm. Dontletitbeabug I’m happy to shed as long as it’s not the highlighted pieces. I paid good money for that! It’s like throwing away a handful of change.
And you made it! You made it through an entire post of me, Kaley, waxing poetic about my hair. I do so love my hair. And I do so love you for your endurance. Check out my silly Pinterest board about my hair. And follow me.