This one’s for the ladies (mostly). Of all the products and tools we have for our hair the curling iron is the one that always seems to attack me. I don’t know about you, but every other time I pick up that thing I somehow manage to burn myself.
I don’t burn myself in the same spot every time. You’d think I would burn my forehead, right? Well, yes, I’ve burnt that part too–several times. I’m talking about the other times where I miss my mark and burn my the edge of my ear, or my thumb or any of my other delicate writers’ fingers. I think I have officially burnt every place I could ever possibly burn myself on the curling iron, literally.
Once, I drop it on the ground and my reflexes weren’t fast enough to save my big toe from adding DNA to the curling iron. Yes, I burnt my toe on the curling iron. Don’t tell me you haven’t.
Okay, maybe that is unique to me.
The thing I find funny is that I’ve been using a curling iron for more than a decade. I’ve lost any excuse I’ve had to keep burning skin. Being clumsy just isn’t enough. It’s a routine that I just haven’t quite mastered. And it looks like I never will.
I’ve even burnt myself on the straightener quite a few times, which is hilarious to me because the heat of a curling iron is exposed, but the straightener snaps together. In theory, as long as I don’t stick my hand inside the forks I should be fine. I understand this theory. Unfortunately, in reality I must be defiant and brave (maybe the opposite word springs to your mind) and toss my fingers in there.
The other day I burnt the knuckle on my thumb. I still don’t know how it happened.
The newest issue I’ve been having is pinching. Yes, my new straightener keeps pinching me! I’ve nipped myself in the elbow a couple times, although mostly it’s my wrist that gets bitten, but what gives? Maybe it’s time to pick up a full body suit to avoid injury.
The price we pay for beautification.
Note to self: learn to straighten and curl with oven mitts on.
A Clumsy Writer