Well, today was kind of… hm. Schools were all cancelled, across the Island, because of impending freezing rain/snow/horrible roads. And I don’t blame them for doing it, because when we get a storm here? Boy, do we ever get a storm. It’s not like those places where you get half an inch of snow and people start running around as though the Apocalypse is nigh. But it turned out that the freezing rain kind of just became normal rain (this winter’s been bizarre– the fourth warmest winter in Island history) and so people will no doubt be annoyed that school was cancelled. I stayed home and did work, and was all productive (plus, had a nap! but that was on what would normally be my lunch break! And I can nap during my lunch break if I want to, people!).

THIS IS THE ANTI-SEGUE!

On Sunday evening, I washed both my wigs. The fake-hair one got hung up to dry. The real-hair one… well, see, when I actually had my own hair, it was naturally curly. I thought I’d try out curling my wig, just to see how it would look. Of course not being the proprietor of hair growing out of my scalp (wait! I do have eyebrows and eyelashes again, PLUS!!! Rob gets to count the seven little hairs that are sprouting on my head and track their growth! So far they’re about half an inch long!) I don’t own any curling appliances. I remembered how, when I was little, in order to save me from total ‘fro-head, Mom used to do the whole rag-curler thing, to calm down my tight little curls and make them more ringlet-y. Then I remembered reading in Cosmo once (yes, I used to read Cosmo. I think all 18-year-olds read Cosmo. That’s just my theory though) that a good way to get “body” in your hair is to use kleenexes as curlers. I remember thinking “Hey! Cosmo is ripping off the rag-curler industry! It’s exactly the same thing, only with tissues!”.

So that’s what I did (don’t you hate it when the papparazzi’s all up in your grill when you’re not at your best?). And then promptly forgot about it.

Until today. Uh, yeah, my nice long wig? Past my shoulders? Now looks like this. I can’t stop laughing. It’s exactly (well almost exactly) how my hair was when I was a kid. It also looks alot like the perms my sister used to get all through the 80s, which led my brother and I to calling her “Willis” from about 1982-89 (don’t ask). Luckily tomorrow is Retro Day at school (oh lord– I can’t get past the fact that my students were born in the late 80s and early 90s… 1987 is RETRO for them) so if I can find me some acid-wash I’m all set.

Fear not. Once I wash the wig again, those curls will be gone, so all is not lost.