I dread holiday party time. Especially meeting new people/partners, important bosses, etc. I am so introverted (unless you know me outside of these awkward once a year meetings) that it’s really painful. I’m more concerned with what I’m wearing and how I look, or if the spinach from those fabulous Spinach turnover hors d’overs is lingering, that I panic.
Enter a lifesaver. My hair has been so awkward lately. With my hormones never kind to my hair, I wanted to impress the Mr.’s new coworkers (many of which I was meeting for the first time) by doing something impressive. Enter my friend Madison over at Irresistible Me. A while ago, she reached out offering to help. Sending me more extensions of Royal Remy hair than a girl could ever ask for, I started to experiment…
Now first, it didn’t match my natural hair. So I dyed them. I played hair dresser in my own bathroom. The extensions were literally just like my real hair. I treated them as such. So easy to manipulate, work, hold, everything. I was so relieved!
I was having too much fun… the Mr. was getting worried. He said the bathroom looks like a science experiment and when I left them to hang up – and played a few joke on him – while I went to get a strong hanger and blowdryer (trust me, you’re glad I didn’t film/take pics of this). Let’s just say, the whole process is a LOT easier than I make it sound. I almost considered applying to cosmetology school after this. That’s how amazing these extensions are.
The next morning? I attempted at an updo. Or two. And then I got frustrated, and started to cry. I realized I am not the hairdresser I thought I was…darn overconfidence. I don’t have the patience to really curl or play with my hair. I’m either a messy bun or down or ponytail type girl. After tons of tears, the Mr. suggested “Just wear it in a pony tail or something.” And we came up with this…
I’m not as glamorous as bloggers “should” be. This was a forfeit picture. See the bags under my eyes? Those are post-meltdown. But what’s fantastic about this picture? The Mr. said “You look fantastic. You don’t need a fancy updo…just wear the hair like that.”
I felt more confident after that. My hair was instantly longer- a length I had been waiting impatiently for YEARS to achieve- and looked real, not cheap, not at all “oh my gawd look how awful her hair is…”
I wore the extensions to the party (and of course I checked my camera in my coat pocket…) and definitely was complimented a few times on how “healthy” and “luscious” my hair looked. Would I do it all over again? Absolutely.
Lesson of the day though, it’s not about your hair, the spinach in your teeth or your dress that night, it’s about you, the confidence you exude and the ability to realize that even though you attempted 2076082740895 updos, and watched hours of Youtube, at the end of the day, you’re always beautiful.
Thank you, Irresistible Me.