Poof! Fantabuluous Poof!
So I just totally bought a Bumpit. Yes. I know, mock all you want but ever since I saw the infomercials for the Bumpit I have known that when it made it to the Walgreens infomercial shelf that I would have to buy it. And it did. Yesterday, in a fit of glorious impulsiveness, my dreams of owning a Bumpit were to come true. If I were completely honest with myself I would add that one day while watching the Tyra Banks show (SHUT-UP!) she did a special on trying out all the infomercial products and this “Bumpit” was one of the few things that worked right and was recommended. But I’m not honest with myself so I can say that watching the Tyra Banks show had absolutely nothing to do with my purchase.
It’s not as easy as it looks. I didn’t have enough time this morning to fix my hair, so I thought to myself, “I’ll just bump it and go,” like the ad said. Well. It’s kind of confusing, and I still have to rat my hair some for it to work properly. But, like I said, I didn’t have enough time so I basically wedged the large Bumpit thingie in my hair, placed my hair carefully over it then made a messy bun. I have been very conspicuous the whole day of this large plastic thing sitting like crown just under my head and was sure everyone could see through my pretense. Fortunately my mass amount of hair and the nice matching light brown color of the Bumpit kept me from being discovered. I keep touching it like an oozing sore… picking at it, re-arranging it, constantly aware that I didn’t “bump it” properly. And to make matters worse, I have this real feeling that I’m a fake. Like I have on some Hannana Montana wig and I’m all like, “yeah, I have this great natural hair,” but it’s just a wig so I don’t really have that great of hair but instead I’m wearing an artificial bump of plastic in my hair to make a poof. How sad. It’s almost as sad… perhaps sader? as when I straighten my hair to curl it a more trendy way.
So anyways, yeah, I want to wash my greasy hair, dry it, straighten it just so I can put this plastic crown under my hair then rat and hairspray it to look like I’m 18 again. OK, so I already look like I’m 18, so youthfulness isn’t my goal here. I love the big, crazy hair of the late 1960’s and have always wanted a big, perfect poof before the sorority crowd made it their own. I can have an adult, classy looking poof, I think, and hopefully this bumpit, once I learn how to use it properly, can be the tool to making my dreams of poof-dom come true…