Skip to main content

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... 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.


Heather said…

You should submit this to Pinstrosity!

Popular posts from this blog

Super Cool Fun Facts About Me!

2 Name: I go by so many names, but you can call me Goldie. Or G-Money, whichever you like.
3 Gender: Duh, female or one FLAMING gay man.
4 Age: Mid-20's
5 Screen Name: Again, Goldie...usually
6 Birthday: May 22nd - BEST birth date there is! Besides Jesus' birthday of course. JC has a KICK A birthday. No one else can really top it.
7 Race: Human Race.
8 School/Grade: No more school for me thanks.
9 Job: Staff Accountant. Yeah I guess I'm good at math if you count the ability to use a calculator. No I won't do your taxes.
10 Status: This is vague. Um, Happily Taken?!...Employed?!...Alive?!
11 Hometown: Well I was born in G-Town. But Hepler, KS is where I was raised.
12 Current Town: KCMO Yo!
13 Parents Still Together: Biological-No, But my "parents" that I grew up with are still together.
14 Siblings: Ahem, in no particular order: 3 step brothers, two half sister, one half brother, and a partridge in a pear tree... No full blood sibs though.
15 Pets: Gemma the Pug…

Ramblings of a Panic Attack

I’m having a panic attack. These stupid meds are killing me. I hate them. Stick with it, stick with it, stick with it. I know it’s the meds. I just have to get through this and relax for a couple weeks. I hate this job. It’s not even that bad it’s just HORRIBLY boring. I don’t want to do this every day. I appreciate learning the process and gaining experience but it’s not what I like to do. I don’t even like accounting that much to begin with but there are aspects I like and I know it. The pay is killing me. I need money. I can’t continue to be completely broke before the first week of the month is over. Collections calls ringing all day. I’m applying to jobs like crazy. I’m trying so hard. I’m just going to keep pushing forward. Keep. Pushing. Forward. I hate that I wanted a life with Jason. That I was too blind to realize what he was. That I was ok with him even from the very beginning when I knew better. Why didn’t I want better things for myself? Seeing him makes me want to vomit.…