I had every intention of making this past weekend a relaxing one. The operative word here being intention.
I had an early run on Saturday morning, and after laying out poolside all afternoon, I needed to shower before heading out to a baseball game. I had a fresh haircut and decided to go ahead and employ some of my stylist’s blow-out techniques, one of which was utilizing a round-brush (which I typically never use) to “set” the hair near the crown of my head just after I had blown it dry. My hair is quite long, mind you, so it was wrapped around the brush several times before I situated it so that it would stay. A few minutes later, when I was ready to take a curling iron to it, I went to take the brush out of my hair.
It would not budge.
The panic was not immediate. I started to poke and mess with it for a few minutes, but every time I touched it, it was painful and only seemed to get more stuck. I was hot and my arms quickly got tired and it did not help that I could not see the back of my head. I did what any self-respecting person would do next, and I turned to Google. My search phrase was: “how to get a brush out of your hair” (26 million hits- I was not alone) and the first hit yielded the most unhelpful and bizarre thread I can ever remember finding on the Internet. A few examples of answers people gave:
How’d you even get it in there? Don’t call the police. They will probably laugh at your situation.
That happened to my friend in Spain. We had to cut it out. Sorry.
deff cut it out there is no other way unless u burn it out
Super helpful- all of you. Thank you for doing your part to restore my faith in humanity.
I took one more look at my hair, envisioned myself with a pixie-cut and burst into tears. I called my friend AV sobbing and used the words “hair emergency” and she told me to relax, to leave it alone until she could get to my house and could assess the situation. When she arrived, I greeted her with glassy eyes, a beer in-hand and still looking like Pebbles Flinstone.
For four hours, I sat on my living room floor, flipping back and forth between the Olympics and the baseball game I was missing while AV made slow and steady progress on the bird’s nest that had become my hair. I had told my parents that I would be at the game, but at that point they did not know about the brush situation, so I had to tell them what happened when my mother sent me a text asking where I was sitting. I wrote her back to tell her what was going on and always the optimist, her last piece of wisdom for the evening said: “At least this didn’t happen last Saturday!”
Indeed. You see, one of my oldest and dearest friends (MK, now MP!) got married last Saturday, so yes, that would have been the worst possible day for something like this to happen. The day before the wedding held the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, and thankfully my only hair-nemesis that day was the humidity that blew in with an afternoon storm.
A factor to keep in mind when choosing shoes during wedding weekends is all of the walking you will be doing. Most wedding events will find you reaching for heels, but these are not the weekends to break-in a new pair- these are the weekends to pick your tried-and-true pair that are not going to kill your feet after you have walked miles around churches, up and down aisles, meandering around during cocktail hours seeing old friends and introducing yourself to new ones. For me, that equates to nude, patent-leather pumps which have walked, sometimes ran and danced me through many weddings the past few years.
In conclusion, I hope you learned something today. I hope learned you to choose your heels wisely and your hairbrushes even more so.
(The brush was successfully removed from my hair by a stylist on Sunday morning, which meant that yes, I slept with it in my hair on Saturday night. I had been awake since 5AM on Saturday and was tired enough not to care. All-in-all, it was a 17-hour ordeal.)
Dress: J.Crew Collection, Pumps: Burberry (similar), Earrings: Tiffany & Co., Ring: Texas A&M
Rehearsal Dinner: Marie Gabrielle (photos taken at Highland Park United Methodist Church), Attire: Cocktail