Day 166: Mis-Adventures with a New Hair-Dryer

Note peeling paint-job.  

I recently took a leap of faith and replaced my ancient-and-sputtering hair-dryer with a new model.  I knew it was time last weekend, when I found myself preferring a friend's travel-sized dryer over my own full-sized clunker.

Granted, as a shower-at-night kind of gal, I don't actually blow-dry my hair more than a few times per week.... but when I do it's nice to have a pleasant experience.  (Has anyone else ever had the misfortune of having their hair vacuum-sucked into the back of a poorly-designed hair-dryer?? "Fixing" the situation requires scissors.  Not fun!)




So on Monday I managed to find a really nice (name brand! oooh!) hair-dryer at Marshall's, for a stellar price.  

$15 = Stellar price.

This morning was it's debut.  Everything worked beautifully (I think... I haven't actually SEEN my hair, of course!), with the exception of one major issue.  This probably wouldn't have happened if I'd been looking in the mirror, but I ended up knocking my head with the dryer nozzle about a half-dozen times.  Hard. 

Stunning new hair-dryer!

Dryer: Smack! 
Me: Ow!Ow!Ow!Ow! 

Dryer: Smack! 

Me: Ow!Ow!Ow!Ow!

I had an immediate flash-back to a grade-school bullying experience when this kid somehow got me to put my hand in front of my face, and then promptly punched my face through my own hand.  "Why are you hitting yourself?!?!" she taunted.  Good question!

Well, my new hair-dryer has one of those nozzle attachments, making it about 3-inches longer than the prior model.  It seems that my arms have muscle-memory-memorized the appropriate distance at which to hold a hair-dryer.  Except now it's the wrong distance.  It probably doesn't help that I have short arms to begin with (remember that fateful day in the bike shop??)

Anyway, until today I had no idea how much force I'd been using to shake my blow-dryer through my hair.  I smacked my forehead particularly hard one time, and I can still feel a bit of a goose-egg at my hairline.  Hopefully there won't be a nasty bruise come October 1st! Ugh.

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