I announced this to the husbank last night. His eyes lit up like a kid in a sweet shop. So I said... a brazilian, as in a hair job, not a supermodel called Giselle. "Yes, yes, I know" he said panting with excitement. I still didn't get the excitement from the man, after all, when I come home from the hairdresser, he usually doesn't notice anyway! And he has also been known to write notes on his hand if he is pre warned that I am visiting said hairdresser, so as to remember to give a compliment to a new hairstyle that he would otherwise fail to recognise. So why the excitement about hair now?
And then the penny dropped. So I announced.... the brazilian, is for the hair..... ON MY HEAD. And you could have sworn that I had just taken his sweets away! Aaaah... bless the male species. So simply easy to please.
Anyhoo...back to the Brazilian. For the hair. On my head. Its happening tomorrow.
Apparently, its going to change my life. Tis true. Every-one from Holly wood to sandton is having life changing brazilian blow outs, and the hype has got so bad that I have to have one myself. Yes. Me. I am a sucker. I have shelled out an extortionate amount of money to have the must have Brazilian applied to straighten my already straight hair. There's the error. Right there. I already have straight hair. Oh - but my straight hair is not sleek. And THAT is what the Brazilian claims to do for hair that is already straight. Make.it.sleek.
So tomorrow, I will sit in the hairdressers chair, have the keratin stuff applied, let it set, then have it ironed in. And then people, THEN... I will walk out and do... whatever it is that people with fabulous hair do!
I will be back. To post pics of me. And my Brazilian.
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