I Set my Hair on Fire - Day 33.

I Set my Hair on Fire - Day 33.

• Saturday, 18 April 2020

Last night I set my hair on fire. Quite literally set it on fire. Nope, not straightening it or curling it, like my best friend Ben suggested when I laughed/cried down the phone to him last night at my own stupidity. I leaned over a candle reaching for something and set my fucking hair on fire.

My mam always told me to be careful around flames with long hair. I always laughed her off. I didn't think I was that stupid. LOL. Wishful thinking.

I’ve heard about people reverting to a Quarantine Cut in recent weeks (my friend has since dyed her hair green and I’ve been shaving both my flatmates’ heads because I’m a $ik roomie) but this is a whole new level of extra. Burning a bit of my hair off? I mean, I always like ‘pushing the boat out’ and stuff but…really? This? K. Cool. Sound.

My hairdresser Sher told me that there's an old technique for trimming split-ends out of layers using a candle and burning the edges. I've wondered since then if a burned-off hair end would be all that bad, and sometimes I've wondered if sealing off the ends with fire might actually help prevent split ends. Doesn’t feel like it right now tbh. Doesn’t smell like it, either – all I can smell is the stench of burning hair round my desk.

Result: I've trimmed the singed matted mess and am currently dousing my hair in coconut oil and am sat feeling very sorry for myself. A proper first-world, menial problem in the grand scheme of things. I’m not hurt or anything – with the exception of some bruised pride and a wee burn mark on my neck. And honest expert opinion (@BenHolt) has confirmed you can’t tell the difference but I can and it fucking sucks. L  Hey, it could be worse. I could be my auntie who singed her eyebrows blowing out the candles of her birthday cake!

Day 33, eh?