So I got my hair straightened today. I'm going to have to change my blog's name to straight.com. Haha, kidding!
After getting it washed, then dried, the keratin applied (just like color), then sitting for 20 minutes, then having a flat iron ran again and again over tiny little sections of hair, it is crazy straight, like a ruler. 10 a.m. to 1 p.m.
I can run my fingers through it. Bizarre.
It doesn't feel like my hair. I feel like Cleopatra. I also feel as though the curls and the frizzies are saying "hey, let me out!!! I am trapped! What's going on here? Where's my home on top of that crazy head of curlystraight?" so it will be interesting to see what happens after the 72 hours of not having it up, and of not being able to get it wet, 3 full days of having it hang straight with the keratin still soaking in.
For some reason, there are tiny little 4 inch pieces sticking straight up on the top. Happy hairs, Shelby has coined them, through a picture I emailed her.