I'm taking a break from the Green Bay Packers/Baltimore Ravens wonder of a defensive struggle (I love a good defensive game, but come on...the two highest paid QB's in the league, and NO touchdowns in the first half?) to talk about something very disturbing I've noticed lately.
I've forgotten how to use hair mousse.
See, I'm a child of the 80's when mousse and Aqua Net hair spray were the tools we used to keep our teased, curling ironed hair looking slightly damp and very tall.
|I love Rock and Roll...and really tall hair.|
So recently, having reached a length of hair I haven't had in multiple years, and having gotten some really cool rock and roll layers, I decided to return to my other hair product standby: mousse.
Mousse, for those of you who do not know, is a foamy sort of hair product. You can use it in your hair when your hair is wet or dry, but I prefer to use it when my hair is wet. The mousse comes out of a narrow nozzle when you push on the little flat part of the plastic top. Unlike pump hair spray, you can get a decent handful of mousse with one push, so my arthritis isn't as big an issue.
I didn't think I needed any refresher courses on how to use mousse, but, after two disasters, I realize something very sad: I have, in my old age, forgotten how to use hair mousse.
It's a true sign of senility for a child of the 80's.
The first disaster I sort of laughed off. I mean, it's been a good 20 years since I've used the product, so OF COURSE there's always a chance that the first time out of the box I'm going to do something stupid like look directly into the nozzle as I'm pushing the flat part. And that would result, of course, in mousse hitting me square in the face and the neck and the chest, resulting in a complete change of wardrobe and ultimately, a late arrival at work.
All of that happened, except for one thing: I wasn't looking directly at the nozzle. Nope, I was actually aiming for my hand, which was positioned 20 inches below my face. And I still managed to hit myself in the face, the neck, and the chest which resulted in a complete change of wardrobe since I managed to unleash so much mousse on myself it felt more like I was trying to unfrost a cake.
Go ahead, laugh. I did. Hey, that's funny.
This morning was NOT funny. I was getting ready for church and, having learned a thing or two from my last fail at the mousse, I was more careful, way less cavalier, about dispensing the hair product.
This time I managed to hit my glasses, my pink boom box, my jar of moisturizer all located on the shelf 18 inches to the left of my target...my hand...AND I HIT THE FLOOR!
It didn't take a CSI to see, with so much spatter, that the person operating the can of mousse was clearly, maybe getting a little senile. I mean, really, who forgets how to put mousse into your hand? I used to do it in the dark, after a night where not only did I get no sleep, but I probably took someone's dare to try and cram myself into something. (In college, I was much smaller than I am now, and I was able to crawl into fairly small spaces, like a drier, or under the bookshelf headboard of our dorm bed, or into a washer...yes, the agitator made that one very uncomfortable.)
So I'm thinking maybe I need to get a service dog that can help me release the mousse from the can into my hand. I'm pretty good from there, although I have managed to hit my shoulder a couple times, I am getting better at that.
Some would tell me to just give up using mousse.
Are you kidding? Have you seen how tall my hair is lately? I can't possibly give that up! (I'm not saying I'm John Stamos height yet...but it's close!)