My Force. My Power. My Chi.

When you live in Virginia and you have frizzy, wavy hair that comes in direct contact with humidity on an almost daily basis, you feel like you look something like the girl in this picture. Minus the gigantic rose, of course. And when I say you, I actually mean me. Yeah - I'm the girl in the picture. No, I'm not REALLY her - look at that flawless airbrushed skin - I'm speaking figuratively.

I was genetically blessed with "full" hair that has "natural wave". That is a just nice way of saying I have crazy out-of-control hair that cannot be contained or tamed without serious intervention. Don't believe me? Just ask my mom - she's the one who gave it to me and she has it too. Or you can ask my dad - the guy who always says to me, "What did you do to your hair?"(Yes, in THAT tone of voice.)

Still don't believe me? I thought you might say that - especially if you're a regular reader of this blog - so I thought I'd give you a "little" demonstration. This is me putting it out there for you to see. And maybe tomorrow I'll delete this post altogether. Here is a shot of me and my crazy hair - no blow drying, no product whatsoever, no combing, and no eyes open because I really couldn't bear to look. I'm calling this a "little" demonstration because this picture was taken first thing after my hair dried when it was still little. As the day goes on it just gets bigger, frizzier and more triangular. It truly takes on a life of its own.

A wise man who speaks Chinese (okay, it's The Hubby) once told me that the word Chi translates to mean force or power. Sweet readers of my silly-little-blog-about-nothing, I'd like to introduce you to the force and power behind my silky smooth Virginia hair: please welcome my hair hero - THE CHI FLAT IRON! (insert clapping here)

After I'd lived with my sad Virginia hair for a year and a half, a very wise red headed sister-in-law, who shall remain anonymous but has a name that rhymes with Bindy Farlson, introduced me to this very handy professional level tool. I only had to take one look at her now shiny straight mane (aka Crowning Glory)to know that this flat iron business was meant to change the lives of crazy haired women everywhere. It was just the intervention my pouffant needed. Not all flat irons are created equal, but this one has tamed even the thickest heads of hair in my family. We've all tried it, we all love it. If you're going to invest in a flat iron, get one that costs at least $80 or more and is professional level. Trust me, your Conair flat iron from Target won't yield the needed results. (Target also carries the Chi, but you can find it cheaper online.)

I took this picture of my chi-riffic hair (well I think so) the day after I'd slept on the crazy hair I showed you above. I did not wash my hair, I did not put any product in my hair. I got right out of bed, used my chi and ended up with this hair. So it may be weird to love an inanimate object like say, a flat iron, but clearly it is warranted in this case. Now you've been armed with the knowledge of my favorite beauty weapon. If you didn't already know about this, then I feel like I've given you a little gift. Go spread the news to a frizzy haired friend!

PS. There actually are women out there who have "full, naturally wavy" hair that looks fantastic! I am not one of them.