Oct 14 2008
A Nightmare on gel street

This weekend while cleaning out my garage I came across a box of old photos. There was everything from baby pictures, to prom pictures. A few of them I could have sworn I left in the storage room of my mom’s basement before I moved out. Needless to say, these were the embarrassing ones from my teenage years. I was extra tall and super skinny. My clothes were okay but, GOOD LORD! Was my hair was atrocious. Don’t get me wrong. It was styled to a T with every hair in place but when I think back on what I had to do to get it that way it’s a wonder I have a single hair left on my head.
Back in those days I could care less about a hair care regimen. Truthfully, I didn’t even know what one was. I used any shampoo and conditioner (rinse) that was within reach. Usually Suave or whatever my mom found on sale at the grocery store. Deep conditioners were a foreign thing. And a leave in conditioner, what was that? I used to keep my curling iron plugged in at all times because I knew I’d be using it in the morning before school and again in the evening if I needed a touch up.
One of my favorite styles back then was the fan. If you never had one, you probably knew someone who did. It was quick easy and all the rage in the 90’s. Right after washing my hair I would grab my economy-sized jar of brown gel and a rattail comb. I’d cake the gel on with the comb and force my hair up into a high ponytail. I’d also leave a little piece down on the side for a dramatic effect as if I needed more drama with that style. I‘d secure it with a doubled up non-coated rubber band. . At this point I’m sure my hair was just begging for mercy but, that didn’t stop me from moussing the sides along with the hair in the ponytail. In my world there was no such thing as too much product. After all of that I’d use a toothbrush (yes, that thing you brush your teeth with) to apply even more gel to sculpt the baby hairs. No style was complete without that. I didn’t even get to the worst part yet: my hair was on the thin side back then because someone told my mom that I should be re-relaxing all of my hair with every touch up. So every six weeks I’d get the kit and go for it and if it didn’t burn it wasn’t working was what I was told. Anyway, back to the fan.
I probably should’ve bought stock in the Stiff Stuff company because as much as I used to buy I could’ve used that money to open a salon. I’d spray the hair in the ponytail and comb it straight up then I’d start cookin’. While each piece of hair was still damp from the hairspray I’d fry it with the curling iron set on its highest setting. I can still hear the sizzle. After I raked through my crispy strands to shape them into a sky high hair-don’t I still needed one last healthy spritz of hairspray. Ahhh a masterpiece. All that was missing was some glued on rhinestones and a cloud of oil sheen spray. And that concludes my frightening tale. I hope you’ll all be able to sleep tonight after reading this. I would love to hear stories and see pictures of some of your hair nightmares. Before and afters would be even better. Until next time…
(Did you miss me? I want to apologize for being M.I.A. for so long but, Chaka has returned! I would love to hear some of your ideas on topics that you’d like to see blogged about. Please e-mail me your thoughts at Chakalopez@roundbrushhair.com)


