Alia
December 7th, 2009, 09:28 PM
...for my mother! She is totally impossible to shop for, so I paid for a set she chose for the holiday. She is the reason I have an aversion to coloring, blow-frying, curling irons, etc. She had the most divine long, fat-curled, dark brown hair ever. I remember taking fallen strands as a little kid and sticking them to my head, hoping I could have such pretty hair.
Mom hated her hair, though...wanted pin straight hair, so she spent years aggressively flattening her poor locks with various heated appliances, the scariest of which was a lurid yellow blowdrier that had a black plastic brush--full of ripped and melted hair-- stuck to it. When her hair began to gray, turning brilliant silver, first boxed color then lengthy, pricey salon visits became routine.
It was almost never was a pretty sight...very brittle and helmet-like. Now, her hair is thin, crispy, and sad. It just seems so not worth it, all the effort, time, and cost. Her mother had lovely silver hair until she died; I'd much rather go that direction.
So, I bought Mom a two-pack of straightening irons and made her happy, but it rather made me sad.
Mom hated her hair, though...wanted pin straight hair, so she spent years aggressively flattening her poor locks with various heated appliances, the scariest of which was a lurid yellow blowdrier that had a black plastic brush--full of ripped and melted hair-- stuck to it. When her hair began to gray, turning brilliant silver, first boxed color then lengthy, pricey salon visits became routine.
It was almost never was a pretty sight...very brittle and helmet-like. Now, her hair is thin, crispy, and sad. It just seems so not worth it, all the effort, time, and cost. Her mother had lovely silver hair until she died; I'd much rather go that direction.
So, I bought Mom a two-pack of straightening irons and made her happy, but it rather made me sad.