When we went to EP's wedding a few weeks ago, I brought along my hot rollers because weddings call for fun hair and my hair, while having plenty of good qualities, is not on its own anything resembling fun.
Here I am at the beginning of the evening, looking askance at my straight, boring hair. This hair always returns library books on time and would be happy to help you pick out a Christmas present for your mother.
Action shot! (I really like this picture, how seriously I appear to be taking the hot rollering.)
This is what it looked like when we left the hotel. I just ran my fingers through it, leaving it charmingly tousled and bouncy and altogether adorable. This hair wants to hotwire a car, go dancing and and then have some cheese fries with gravy.
And this is what it looked like ten minutes later, after walking 500 yards through gale-force winds to the wedding venue. This hair just wants some wine.
It also wants the largest shrimp in the room.