About a month ago, I got a new haircut. Eschewing my locks that I had grown to look just like Grace Slick's at Monterey Pop, I now have a layered cut that, I must admit, looks much much better and has a great deal more bounce and movement. And it is fun to have bouncy hair again; so much fun, in fact, that I am blonder again. My head feels lighter, my mood feels the same.
I've also taken a renewed interest in styling my bouncier, blonder tresses. Instead of letting it just hang loose or throwing it up in a clip, I have been straightening my hair, waving it...and setting it on hot rollers.
I'm in love with my hot rollers, actually. And I've gotten quite adept at doing a roller set on my hair, and I am thrilled with the results. It's a pain in the butt to roll my hair every day after I shampoo, but I am getting better at it each time, and it goes a little faster each time.
There's also something so lovely, so feminine, so retro about a roller set. For me, it harkens back to the days where housewives would spend hours at the beauty salon being worked upon by a "beauty operator" named Roz in a light pink smock at Monsieur George's House Of Coiffures. As I roll up my hair, I feel very Jackie Kennedy, very Laura Petrie. It makes me want to grab Ken and do the Twizzle.