I am hoping and praying that this weekend will look up, but there is slightly more cause for concern.
I'm leaving on Thursday afternoon for a big fat Texas wedding in Houston.
My favorite cousin Blair, who I introduced you to last year, is getting married this weekend.
I knew when the wedding invitation, which was roughly the size of a refrigerator and weighed as much as my youngest child, arrived that my standard summer uniform (flip flops and short yoga pants) would be a no-go.
This wedding will be, how you say, Fancy.
No problem. I shopped my closet and a little bit of Charming Charlie until I found something that A) fit and B) looked suitably cute.
My dilemma? My hair.
Texas and my hair don't get along well. Really, any place with lots of heat and humidity makes my hair go a little wild.
Remember the Friends episode where they all went to Barbados and Monica's hair went wild with the weather? Yep, me too.
My mane is next to impossible to tame in the summer. No amount of blow-drying or flat-ironing can tame the waves or the frizz. I'm at a loss because I don't want to show up at the bridal luncheon with Lauren and her perfectly coiffed size 0 bridesmaids looking like Weird Al Yankovic. Or Cousin It.
They say "Don't Mess with Texas," and I guess they're right. If you do, they give you hair like mine.
Do any of my readers have wavy hair that frizzes in the heat? Can anyone help me? Should I call it a day and go with seashell beaded dreadlocks like Monica did?
No matter what I do, I promise to share pictures of everything from the bridal luncheon to the reception! If you come back tomorrow I have a super-fun super-cute crafty guest poster stopping by.