Something so terrible happened today that I am not sure I am even able to communicate the extremity of the situation in any way that can possibly begin to explain the horror. Having just studied the finer points of hyperbole with one of my classes, I realise that I am perhaps being a tad overdramatic, but honestly, it is bad.
This morning, as of 6.42am, my GHDs officially died. I plugged them in, no little red light. I wiggled the lead incase it was a lose a connection...no little red light. I changed the fuse (actually my mum did because fortunately I was staying at my parents last night)...but still...no little red light. It was almost a disaster beyong reasoning. Nothing. Zippo. Nada. WHat am I going to do? Today I could borrow the mother's...tomorrow...a void....
I know the reliance on GHDs is not a good thing and yet I find myself unable to contemplate not having straight hair. Having been a bit of a tomboy in my youth I never really cared about my hair that much and therefore never really bothered learning how to do interesting styles with it. With the onset of age came the onset of "girliness" and GHDs became an essential part of my grooming ritual. In fact, they are at the centre of my morning ritual with the time I get out of bed being calculated explicity to how long it will take me to do my hair against what time I need to leave. It's not even as though I have frizzy hair. I don't. It's actually quite straight, just a bit thick. But GHDs make it STRAIGHT...(ona blog do I need to say "other hair-straightening products are available?) But I just don't know what else to do with the hair that doesn't make me look like a 12 year old or like I have a slap-head!
I honestly do not know what I am going to do tomorrow morning. I have warned the children that if my hair does not look up to usual straight standard tomorrow they are not allowed to comment or I might cry (or failing that hurl a whiteboard marker at them - notice how that doesn't have the same effect as chalk?) I can't afford a new pair (they may be wonderful but they are expensive when I am broke!) and I am not sure I can cope with an imitation set.
I know, I know, in the grand scheme of world problems this is minor and, some would say, trifle. But I can't help my obsession. And it is...an obsession...I know that. Perhaps this is just what I need to start weening me off...
Or perhaps I am just trying to make myself feel better...
