With the time it takes my to style my own hair, I swear I could have earned a hair stylist license by now. It must be those Kowalchuk genes, I know Meliss and Rach, Jaima, Em, just to name a few, all suffer with headaches, broken pony tail holders, and the vast array of complexities that come from having such thick tresses. I mean, do the celebrities do their own hair? I almost want to just hire this task out to someone else. It’s not so bad drying my locks once or twice, but week in and week out, the same routine … Sometimes I wish I could just shave it off, and join the club with Dad.

I’ve narrowed it down to just three steps- and the results are satisfying. First I section off and dry each piece, then I straighten it with the handy straightener Mom got me, then I part it and go! What a piece of work, though… each time I do my hair I pull out my blow-dryer, brushes, and other equipment, and set to work. Each piece must be meticulously dried, each section chosen by parting it carefully with a comb. If I section off too big of a chunk of hair, it won't dry, and if I section off too little of a piece of hair, it flies away when the blowdryer gets close. This could take years to coordinate and master! I need to take a break sometimes in the midst of the process, and lose myself in a good book or just let my arms go down and sit at my desk. I wonder if it would be socially acceptable to just walk around with really bushy, nasty hair, like the piece here.





it certainly is satisfying, though, the times when the moon is aligned right and things work out. one time i called meliss and was like, 'hey, my hair looks awesome!'