hairy tales

Aha...the wedding dinner venue has now been confirmed and the deposit paid.

Without any forceful speech or actions on my part, the restaurant manager honoured the previous conditions he offered and I went down to sign the contract a couple nights ago.

But so far, there isn't the sense of relief that I thought would follow..most probably cos formal wedding invites haven't been issued and I'm wondering even if I should dispatch wedding invitation cards....so far, I usually trash all the wedding invites I receive on the same day after taking down details of the date, time and venue..... but ok, it is sorta complusory...

If I sound quite depressed, it is because I am.

Had my hair straightened at my sister's salon on Sunday and the results are like....as if an existing home owner wants to have new curtains, he goes to a contractor who promises that the new curtains will look wonderful and he pays a hefty sum plus time investment and the new curtains turn out frayed, ugly and look much much worse than the old curtains....

Went back to the salon last night, not out of my own accord but mainly cos a friend and her husband wanted to get their hair cut there and asked me for dinner after that..(my original plan was to go home and sulk).. and my sister tried her best to salvage the straw-like filaments on my head and assured me that with a new shampoo and leave-in conditioner, it will be repaired soon...(I feel really resourceful usually but all the articles I've read online on the topic says the best solution is to chop it all off....and I'm prone to believe them..)

and then she gave me a call this morning to ask me if the hair feels any better and reminded me that if I 'obediently' used the shampoo, the hair will be fine soon....at that point, the fuse was ignited... 'obediently'??!...I don't feel culpable for the extent of the damage at all.....and it's as she's saying that I did something 'disobedient' to damage my own hair.....when the biggest mistake I made was trusting them!!!?(and ok, maybe the decision to straighten the hair...)

*sigh*

How can someone get so worked up over hair????

But every  morning when I run my fingers through my hair and it feels like the hair on a discarded barbie doll...I really want to cry.

This a truly a case of extreme back fire-ism.

The state of my hair shouldn't affect the wedding preparations/ dinner at all...since the hair style would most probably be a updo and frizzy hair stays together better (like Velcro you know..)...it's just the daily life and the sense of futility and stupidity....you mean I've invested so much time and money only to get fried coconut husks???

God, I need you to heal my hair....you can heal lepers, restore sight, hearing and speech, what's a few thousand hair folicles to you??

Hmmmm...but I guess the biggest thing that I'm grieving...is the loss of trust in my younger sister and my new brother and sister-in-laws...I know they have good intentions and she's really a good sister...and my main motivation to go to her salon regularly was so that I can build up a stronger relationship with her and the in laws before I leave for the states...and now the thought of going to the salon is such a dreadful one....I guess it's safe to say that I am traumatized...

God, I need so much help... help me to be wise and help me to forgive and to set my sights on the things which matter and remember that nothing is impossible with you...

Update 25th nov: hey! The hair has been fixed!! Not like coconut husks anymore!! And no longer upset with my sister and her husband.. :P rather amazing actually...to read a prayer written a fortnight again and go realize that it's been answered...