It was approximately 1,000 degrees on Sunday.
And since the thought of plugging in a blow dryer actually made me nauseous, I decided NOT to to straighten my Hair.
I knew this was a mistake as my hair air dried and I watched it grow Chia Pet style.
Friday night…when my hair was calm.
I also decided it was too hot to put on my Contact Lenses. (I realize this makes no sense, but logic and reason are usually the first to go for me during Ramadan.)
I knew this was a mistake when I looked in the mirror and saw flashbacks of my dreaded high school years.
And yet I idiotically still decided to leave the house. Mostly because it was Ramadan and I had to kill about 12 hours.
Even worse? I decided to go shopping. (Again, mostly because it was Ramadan and I had to kill about 12 hours.)
Cupcake baking / decorating on Saturday…when my hair was still in a good place.
This was also a mistake because I felt hideous, and nobody should go shopping when they feel hideous.
So I quickly pulled the plug on that expedition and instead wandered around trying to figure out what to do with me and my puffy hair.
Ultimately I ended up at the library. The beautiful library where people didn’t look twice at me, my hair, my glasses, or my Lululemon pants.
I have no plans to scare you with pictures of Sunday, when my hair was HUGE, so instead I will scare you with pictures of Maya’s apron, which after baking and decorating 9 cupcakes looked like a crime scene.
So I suppose it all boils down to this:
I shouldn’t avoid hot tools. Or my contact lenses.
But when I stupidly decide to do it again – because my laziness often takes precedence over my appearance – I should just head straight to the library.
