I got my hair cut last weekend and promised my parents pictures. I’ve been trying to find a stylist in the city with little success. Anyway, some months ago Rob’s mom sent me a link to a book called, Curly Girl: More Than Just Hair…It’s an Attitude by Lorraine Massey. I wasn’t much interested in the book, but it mentioned that she had a NYC salon, Devachan, which specialized in curly hair. It’s crazy expensive, but I was annoyed enough by the last couple of haircuts that I was willing to plunk down some change so that I didn’t look like a distressed mop at WorldCon.

To say that I am astounded by the results doesn’t fully cover my glee with what seems like a new head of hair. Seriously. I mean. Look at the curls. Not frizz, not a mix of straight and curly hair, but actual defined curls. This is the hair I’ve always wanted. Everytime I pass a mirror I stare at it because I’m having a hard time believing that it’s behaving.

That’s not a result of product. It’s just the cut and their theory on how to wash and manage the hair. Basically, I’ve stopped using shampoo and just wash with water and conditioner. Then let it air dry. So easy. Stunned. I’m stunned.