November 2003
40
R. Linda:
Here is the somewhat famous story of a date I took out and her ingenious method of taming the frizzies. I include it because I think it be amusing. Without further ado, here is her story.
My co-worker invited me to a five-course dinner served on the luxury yacht Odyssey while sailing the sights of Boston Harbor. He had done something nice for one of the executive bosses (I think it was donning an Easter Bunny costume) and the woman and her husband wanted to treat him to dinner as a way of thank you. If it were me, I'd have jumped at the chance for one I am a foodie, as this was up my alley, and two, not to mention my co-worker is a charmer from Ireland, and last, what a great way to get in with the boss!
Saturday was the night and after several trips to the gym all week I wasn't seeing much of a difference in my waistline or the weather reports. I was thinking I should have made an appointment at Andre's and got my hair done. Rain, water and humidity are a plague to my 'do' and to spend that much money on an impending disaster is not in me. I thought I'd do it myself and let the hair fall where it may.
I was not looking forward to the cruise because I was feeling like a beached whale. I had come off a month's assignment tasting chocolates in Paris to get the skinny (excuse the pun) on the best chocolatier in the city of lights. I had gone to the best department store we have in the city of Boston and got a velvet pantsuit with gold and black jacket -- with the idea that the black would be slimming. Yeah right, the black colour slimmed, but the velvet added the pounds where there weren't any.
The day started out with a blue sky and plenty of sun but quickly changed to a grey sky and showers. I gave myself a home facial for all the good that would do and then decided to try this seemingly stupid home remedy to keep hair from frizzing. It takes 1/2 cup of Aunt Jemima's Original Pancake Syrup massaged into the hair, a shower cap fitted tightly over it, and left on for 30 minutes. Gross right? I thought I had nothing to lose (either it was going to be a disaster naturally, or I could help it along with something I never tried before).
You cannot imagine the absolute yonkers of pouring pancake syrup on your head and massaging it in! I smelled like the International House of Pancakes! I was grossed out, and telling myself I had hit an all-time low.
I rinsed it out and oddly enough, my hair felt more like hair than it had in a long time. I combed it out, no knots -- and I thought it would still have some residue left and be a sticky mess. It wasn't. I let it air dry and not a frizz did I see. I was thinking this cannot be for real.
I finished drying and styling it and was all set (I hoped). My date arrived and out we went into the humid air and rain. We got to the water (usually a double whammy) and since we were early had a drink at the Wharf Hotel. I asked my date what the hair was doing because the reflection in the glass looked tame and I was sure it was waving at people when I wasn't looking. He said my hair was not frizzed. Astounding, but the night was young.
We met up with the couple we were invited to go cruise with. She was older and heavier than me, so that was nice in that respect. I found for fifty-something's they were delightful and I thoroughly enjoyed the cruise up to the point they asked us to go up on deck to see the lights. The rain had stopped and I went up thinking that frizz city was coming, hide the deck chairs and anything my hair could grab and pull inside it because the looking nice part was over, I was about to be sporting a blond afro.
The sea spray was splashing up and the backdraft was fierce, the hair shot out in all directions and I thought lift off wasn't long in coming. It was chilly so we went back in and were invited to go inside the Captain's cabin where he guides the ship. I thought he'd probably have heart failure or think Halloween came early when the witch dressed in black and gold came cruising in with the violent-looking hair from wind and frizz.
The Captain was rather nice to me and I thought he must feel sorry for the fat girl trying to look slimmer than she was, or the hair was scaring him and he thought being nice might fend it off. Like where's your broom lady?
We were on our way back to our table when I cut off to the lady's room to try to repair the hair damage. Luckily no one was there but me and the hair. I forced myself to look in the mirror and my God, the hair was perfect. Notta one out of place and NO FRIZZ!!! Sunday morning I woke up and still no frizz. I am in a state of pancake shock.
:)
Suzie
Copyright © 2003 All rights reserved
R. Linda:
Here is the somewhat famous story of a date I took out and her ingenious method of taming the frizzies. I include it because I think it be amusing. Without further ado, here is her story.
My co-worker invited me to a five-course dinner served on the luxury yacht Odyssey while sailing the sights of Boston Harbor. He had done something nice for one of the executive bosses (I think it was donning an Easter Bunny costume) and the woman and her husband wanted to treat him to dinner as a way of thank you. If it were me, I'd have jumped at the chance for one I am a foodie, as this was up my alley, and two, not to mention my co-worker is a charmer from Ireland, and last, what a great way to get in with the boss!
Saturday was the night and after several trips to the gym all week I wasn't seeing much of a difference in my waistline or the weather reports. I was thinking I should have made an appointment at Andre's and got my hair done. Rain, water and humidity are a plague to my 'do' and to spend that much money on an impending disaster is not in me. I thought I'd do it myself and let the hair fall where it may.
I was not looking forward to the cruise because I was feeling like a beached whale. I had come off a month's assignment tasting chocolates in Paris to get the skinny (excuse the pun) on the best chocolatier in the city of lights. I had gone to the best department store we have in the city of Boston and got a velvet pantsuit with gold and black jacket -- with the idea that the black would be slimming. Yeah right, the black colour slimmed, but the velvet added the pounds where there weren't any.
The day started out with a blue sky and plenty of sun but quickly changed to a grey sky and showers. I gave myself a home facial for all the good that would do and then decided to try this seemingly stupid home remedy to keep hair from frizzing. It takes 1/2 cup of Aunt Jemima's Original Pancake Syrup massaged into the hair, a shower cap fitted tightly over it, and left on for 30 minutes. Gross right? I thought I had nothing to lose (either it was going to be a disaster naturally, or I could help it along with something I never tried before).
You cannot imagine the absolute yonkers of pouring pancake syrup on your head and massaging it in! I smelled like the International House of Pancakes! I was grossed out, and telling myself I had hit an all-time low.
I rinsed it out and oddly enough, my hair felt more like hair than it had in a long time. I combed it out, no knots -- and I thought it would still have some residue left and be a sticky mess. It wasn't. I let it air dry and not a frizz did I see. I was thinking this cannot be for real.
I finished drying and styling it and was all set (I hoped). My date arrived and out we went into the humid air and rain. We got to the water (usually a double whammy) and since we were early had a drink at the Wharf Hotel. I asked my date what the hair was doing because the reflection in the glass looked tame and I was sure it was waving at people when I wasn't looking. He said my hair was not frizzed. Astounding, but the night was young.
We met up with the couple we were invited to go cruise with. She was older and heavier than me, so that was nice in that respect. I found for fifty-something's they were delightful and I thoroughly enjoyed the cruise up to the point they asked us to go up on deck to see the lights. The rain had stopped and I went up thinking that frizz city was coming, hide the deck chairs and anything my hair could grab and pull inside it because the looking nice part was over, I was about to be sporting a blond afro.
The sea spray was splashing up and the backdraft was fierce, the hair shot out in all directions and I thought lift off wasn't long in coming. It was chilly so we went back in and were invited to go inside the Captain's cabin where he guides the ship. I thought he'd probably have heart failure or think Halloween came early when the witch dressed in black and gold came cruising in with the violent-looking hair from wind and frizz.
The Captain was rather nice to me and I thought he must feel sorry for the fat girl trying to look slimmer than she was, or the hair was scaring him and he thought being nice might fend it off. Like where's your broom lady?
We were on our way back to our table when I cut off to the lady's room to try to repair the hair damage. Luckily no one was there but me and the hair. I forced myself to look in the mirror and my God, the hair was perfect. Notta one out of place and NO FRIZZ!!! Sunday morning I woke up and still no frizz. I am in a state of pancake shock.
:)
Suzie
Copyright © 2003 All rights reserved
