| Brushes and Combs |
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I sighed, looking in the mirror. I raised my brush up to my damp hair absently and suddenly I heard a shriek from behind me. I turned quickly and saw my best friend, Rose, coming towards me quickly. She snatched the brush and hit my arm with it.
“Don’t use that!” she said and I blinked at her.
“Why not? I don’t see anything wrong with it!” I said, surprised.
“It’s bad for your hair! Use a comb!” she commanded and I sighed.
“Rose, you know I hate combs,” I said taking the brush back.
“But brushes will make your hair less healthy and fray the ends,” she whined and I laughed.
“I’m sure I won’t die. Besides, what gives you that idea?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
I instantly knew I’d put her on one of her famous rants.
“Oh, never mind, Rose!” I said quickly, turning back to the mirror.
“No, no! I think you need to hear this!” she said, grinning. I rolled my eyes. “The reason is that when you brush and comb your hair, the cuticle of the hair gets really roughened and then it catches on all the other hairs, so you actually end up with more tangles in the end.”
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to brush the tangles out,” I told her, smiling.
“No, that’d be worse!” she said and I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
She sighed. “If you brush out tangles, you’ll probably just tug and tug until the hair comes out! That’s no good for your hair,” she said.
“I don’t—“
“Oh, yes you do! I’ve seen you,” she exclaimed, laughing.
“Well, still. I can deal with the tangles,” I said stubbornly.
“Don’t you want your hair to look nicer though?” she asked and I raised an eyebrow at her. “If you comb it, the frizz won’t be so bad and you won’t have to worry about it as much! Just put some conditioner in, comb it, and your hair will be shiny and a lot smoother,” she told me.
“Well, fine, then, Miss Perfect Hair, I have a comb I can use if you’ll leave me alone about it,” I grumbled, pulling out a small comb from my bathroom drawer.
“No, no, no,” she reprimanded and I wondered what was wrong with the comb now.
“What?” I asked.
“You need a wide- toothed comb for the best results,” she informed me wisely.
“Well, Rose. I’m not going to buy a comb that I’m not going to use,” I grumbled and she sighed.
“Well, at least buy brushes that are better for your hair than that,” she said, looking at my bristled, plastic brush disdainfully.
“Like what?” I asked, defeated.
“Okay, well, if you want to brush and comb your hair when it’s wet then you should definitely use a flat brush with rubber-toothed ends, but when it’s dry, you should use one with a mix of boars hairs bristles but it can be either flat or round,” she said and I laughed, picking up a piece of her shining brown hair.
“Is that why your hair looks so nice all the time?” I asked, grinning.
“I use a comb,” she said in a mock-proper tone.
“Psh,” I said and she laughed.
“But when I do brush my hair, I use boars hair brushes,” she continued and I rolled my eyes.
“Okay! Okay! I get it!” I said, exasperated. “Any other words of wisdom?” I asked sarcastically a few minutes later.
“Actually—“
“I was joking!” I said, throwing my arms up but laughing despite myself.
“You should brush and comb your hair, if that’s what you really want to do, before showering,” she continued, ignoring my interruption.
I grabbed her and pulled her out of the bathroom. “Come on, I’m bored with this. All this important brush and comb talk has made me hungry. Let’s go get something to eat,” I said, smiling.
“Fine, fine, but we’re going by the store and getting you some good brushes and a wide-toothed comb while we’re out!” she demanded and I laughed.
“Okay, fine. I guess I could do with healthier hair,” I finally agreed. |
