Hail to the Chi...Almost

1 chi hair straightener ago (almost 9 months now) I was losing hair at a normal 20-something rate. One fatal power surge later, accompanied by a smell akin to a wet dog, my hair loss had exponentially increased. I was using my chi flat iron (obviously not to straighten my innately stick straight hair), but to give it a little curl and I heard a sizzle coming from my noggin. I looked at my chi to see what was the matter, and attached to the chi (not my noggin) was a large chunk of hair, the length of my longest layer. Then, my glance quickly turned to the tip top of my head, and there stood, on end, the half-inch remains- fried and still glowing. As upset as I was about my sudden hair loss, I was equally upset at the fact that I wasn't finished with my hair. I would have continued using my temperamental chi, had it not surged itself to death. So, now I was left with an almost bald spot, an unfinished coif and no flat iron. It was definitely not a win for anyone. To boot, I was getting ready for 2 social events that evening- a baby shower and a night out. I had to forgo the baby shower due to the fact that my red puffy eyes didn't really go with my outfit, but made it out after dusk- we were spending the evening in a dimly lit auditorium, so I figured I could pull it off.

Luckily, these hard times make us stronger and I was able to pull through. I promptly returned my chi for another one -I did have faith in my Chi! After all, this was my 2nd one, my first Chi lasted me almost 3 years. And, now that it has been almost 9 months since the incident, chi #3 is performing quite nicely and my frizzy stump is almost all grown out, I think it's finally funny now. Although, for roughly 3 months that followed, every time my little hairs got wet, the aroma of wet dog filled the room. It wasn't until a month later I realized it was me... and not my husband...or my shower.