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As Seen on Pinterest: Paper Towel Curls

I pinned this and put it under "Must Try" because seriously -- her hair looks SO CUTE and I want my hair to look like this:

And I can TOTALLY do that ya'll. So, I tried it.

Step 1: Start with wet hair. Me post workout shower [disregard the red face -- I look like my blood pressure is that of a 300 lb man in his late 40s really high after a run] with wet hair.


Step 2: Put mousse in hair, tie hair up in paper towel "curlers" rrrrreeeeaaaalllly tight. Sleep uncomfortably on back all night because said paper towel curlers are too tight. Wake up the next morning really excited -- you gonna be FABULOUS dah-ling [or so I thought].

I know I don't look excited but this is at 5:30 in the morning -- this is as excited as it gets.

Step 3: Take "curlers" out of hair and FREAK THE F OUT when you realize the curls are WWW***AAA***YYY too tight...

Ok...um...that worked a little TOO well. Maybe I need to just run my fingers through it. Yeah, I'll run my fingers through it and it'll loosen up...

Step 4: Run fingers through hair and make AFRO.

Um...yeah. Afro.

Step 5: Play with curls some more. Rock Afro.
Why do I sing "Afro, Circus, Afro, Circus" [ala Madagascar] when I look at this pic...?

Seriously, it was an afro. There was no budging the curls they were tight as tight and there was no loosening them up...only making them 'fro-i-er.

Notice strands of STRAIGHT hair I missed in the "curlers". Nice.

While kinky curly hair has always been my dream [as is ANY girl with boring stick straight hair], this was a little much and I now have a new appreciation and sympathy for all you seriously curly headed gals out there. There was nothing I could do with it, it was kinked up so tight. If I was going to a costume party dressed as a Disco Queen or a Charlie's Angel, I could TOTALLY rock this but since I'm an accountant with a slightly serious work environment, I thought it best to hop in the shower and douse the curls with conditioner...which worked and I sported a low, wet-hair bun.

So my review of the "Paper Towel Curls" in a nutshell? It works. REALLY WELL. Maybe next time I don't roll the paper towels quite so tight. Or maybe I do this every night and sport an afro every day because I totally could and that would definitely be less boring than my previous snooze-fest of a 'do...

P.S. I totally want to do this again but pick out my fro and make it ginormous, dance around the house and sing me some Donna Sommers, bopping my sweet 'do around like Foxy Cleopatra.

P.P.S. To any curly headed gals out there who are totally peeved that I can straighten my hair by hopping in the shower and rinsing it with conditioner...Sorry. I seriously feel for you.

P.P.P.S. It just hit me that I may resemble Napoleon Dynamite more than Donna Sommers. Awesome.

Comments

Heather said…
Hahaha!

You should submit this to Pinstrosity!

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