Adventures in Hairstyling

So, Sarah's wedding is a little over two weeks away (eeeeeeee!), and I'm still trying to figure out how to style my hair. The only thing I knew I didn't want was to wear it down, because I have the world's finest, straightest hair and would much rather have it shellacked into some sort of up-do and not have to worry about it the rest of the day.

So I scoured YouTube for a few tutorials and found something I liked that seemed easy enough. I've done up-dos before, and I know how to french-braid. How hard can this be?

So I set out my styling instruments of torture implements, and got ready to do a trial run.

Well, except for the toothbrush. Unless I get desperate.

First things first: putting a dollop of mousse the size of a duck in my wet hair and blow-drying it upside down.

Sexaayyyy.

And because that's not enough to give me texture, some hairspray and dry shampoo.

I look like a Whitesnake video.

Time to curl it! I previously had a hairdresser manage to give me curly hair using a flat-iron, so I figured I'd give it a shot.

Not bad! So I kept going, only to discover that my hair had lost its will to obey me.

I can't tell if it's bored or rebellious.

Fine. Time to break out the curling iron. After 47 hours and some very sore arms, I managed to get my whole head curled. 

Yikes. Maybe it'll look better if I shake them out a little bit.

The higher the hair, the closer to Jesus, I guess? Whatever. So I tried the side braid -- I would have taken pictures of my three attempts, but I don't have the 12 arms required. It didn't work, needless to say, and by the end of it most of the curl had come out of my hair. Time for Plan B.

I'm weak. And high on hair spray fumes.

I can still try the up-do without the braid, so I got to it. First I teased the crown...

...and tried to pin the curls back. Alas, I had no more curls to work with, and it looked like shit. In my desperation, I threw it into a sort-of side ponytail and just started haphazardly pinned it into the messiest bun I could think of. I didn't even look at it. And what do you know... it actually...

...looked kinda...

...good!

Even though my actual hair for the wedding may not look anything like this, at least I know I can salvage a disaster with a combination of alcohol and not caring.

Cheers, Sarah and Shawn. See you soon!