I’m a low maintenance kind of girl- I feel pretty good about myself if I shower every other day and cut my nails before they break. My poor sister has to put up with with my lack of self-care; every time we’re together I beg her to pluck my eyebrows for me. EK has recently discovered the joy of nail polish and wants me to paint my fingernails. I don’t want to because they chip quickly and I don’t want to waste my time on such a short lived look. We’ve compromised and I only paint hers.
I thank the good Lord that I have easy hair. Seriously, on my every other shower days I leave the house with wet hair and it miraculously dries straight. That assumes, of course, that it isn’t automatically thrown immediately into a messy bun or ponytail. Even if I leave the house with good intentions, the hair tie on my wrist seems to make it’s way to my hair without any conscious thought. I wore my hair down to church recently and was asked if I’d recently done something different. The only difference was the lack of ponytail.
I have two hair dying experiences- one I went blonde for a high school play (not a good look with my coloring but Adelaide in Guys and Dolls just can’t be brunette) and the other was a stripe of hot pink on the underside of my hair in 2009. Fun fact, this was the hair I had the first time I met Joel’s parents. Besides that “wild” time my hair stays natural and I manage to get it cut about once every 18 months. Seriously, I’m the worst at physical self-care.
The Postpartum Dilemma
Unfortunately I’m currently in my second round of postpartum wings. Or really terrible bangs, maybe? All that wonderful pregnancy hair falls out after birth. From around 6-18 months out, my easy hair is replaced with crazy spikes as it grows back in. It’s especially terrible in the same spots where you’d expect male pattern balding- not attractive. At 15 months I’m finally reaching the point where the regrowth is long enough to sometimes smooth back into my beloved ponytail. On the worst days I do a little twist back to try to incorporate the new growth.
The good news about postpartum hair? It was a point of bonding with a friend (we’re both in round two now, and I have to say that our friendship definitely took off due to our ability to commiserate about the crazy hair phenomenon).
How about you? Any crazy postpartum hair stories? Or tips to tame the beast? I’m all ears!