That Damn Cloud Hair Experiment
Seriously woke up bored yesterday scrolling through old music videos. Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” came on. Bam. Instant flashback. That hair. Those colors. The whole messy glorious chaos of it. Thought, “Heck, I gotta try that”. Like, today.
Grabbed the car keys, drove straight to the thrift store downtown. Needed the loudest, most ridiculous clothes possible. You wouldn’t believe the digging. Mountains of boring sweaters. Then, buried under some ugly drapes? Jackpot.
- Found a lime green mesh top. Covered in weird silver sparkle things.
- A denim vest. Not normal denim. Covered in patches and broken zippers. Perfect.
- Skirt nightmare. Actually, it was two skirts? One black ruffly thing, layered over this neon pink underskirt. Looked like a clown threw up. Loved it.
- Accessory madness: Giant plastic bangles in hot pink and yellow. Felt like wearing kid’s toys.
- Hosiery hell: Fishnets? Sure. Ripped? Even better. Bonus point: One was purple. Because reasons.
Okay. Clothes sorted. Kinda. Now the real beast: The Hair. Cyndi’s hair is basically a rainbow thundercloud sitting on her head. No small feat.
Operation Hair Volcano
Started clean. Washed the hair, towel-dried it like always. Mistake number one? Using my wimpy regular mousse. Useless. Ditched that fast.
Rummaged under the sink. Found the can of super-hold hairspray my aunt left here maybe two years ago. Expired? Probably. Didn’t care. Grabbed a can of cheap temporary pink dye spray too. Looked like highlighter fluid.
Sectioned the hair. Tried crimping it first with an ancient iron I found. Smoke alarm went off. Obviously. Abandoned that plan.
Went full chaos mode instead:
- Backcombing: Grabbed chunks near the root, teased backwards like crazy. Felt like shredding rope. Tangled mess achieved.
- Spray and pray: Held up random chunks. Spritzed the highlighter-pink spray directly onto it. Looked like radioactive bubblegum exploded. Not subtle. Good.
- Glueing it in place: Then the hairspray. Poured on that old, slightly sticky spray. Held sections straight up, sideways, wherever. Coughing? Yes. Sticky face? Absolutely. Sore arms? Yup.
You think those little plastic clips and ribbons in her hair were cute? Trying to jam clips into a stiff pink cloud with sticky fingers? Nightmare. Dropped half of them. Settled for a single bright yellow clip shoved sideways near my ear. Wonky. Fitting.
Putting on the Circus Tent
Getting dressed felt like wrestling. Lime green mesh top. Scratchy. Denim vest on top. Heavy. Double skirt situation involved much hopping and twisting. Fishnets ripped more putting them on. Purple leg. Why not.
Slapped on the bracelets. Made noise when I walked. Found an old chunky plastic necklace, bright blue, looked like candy. Put it on. Slathered on dark blue eyeshadow. Blush? Yeah, bright pink circles on the cheeks. Like I’d been slapped.
The “Wow” Moment? More Like “Whoa.”
Stood in front of the mirror. Didn’t recognize myself. It was… a lot. Colors clashed horribly. Hair defied gravity and possibly sanity. The vest dug into my shoulders. Scratched everywhere.
Perfect.
Took pictures. Managed one where I looked half-crazed and slightly sweaty, kinda like mid-chorus. Mission accomplished. Stumbled around the house feeling like a walking art project. Couldn’t sit down properly. Hair kept hitting lampshades.
Washed it all off hours later. Took three showers. Hair feels like straw now. Totally worth it. Thrifting was fun. Wrestling my hair into a radioactive storm cloud? Annoying but hilarious. 10/10 would make a mess again for that 80s glory.
