Six years ago, when my husband and I were still boyfriend and girlfriend, just living in sin in a two-bedroom apartment, he gave me one of the greatest gifts of all time: a flat iron. It was a True Ceramic Pro hair straightener and it was glorious. He had surprised me with it after seeing the infomercial and from the moment I opened that box, the iron and I were one. Despite it being a As Seen on TV type of product, it was a true workhorse. The flat irons I had had before would burn out too quickly or its metal plates would chip away. My crazy thick island jungle hair required too much of it because even on a good day, it’s like trying to detangle a ball of steel wool.
But the True Ceramic Pro never failed me. It worked every time. It has seen three countries, one birthing suite, two family reunions, seven prison cell blocks, five canasta games, eight dodge ball tournaments, one World of Warcraft showdown, and countless times when I wanted to look pretty. JUST BECAUSE.
And then between the hours of 8 and 10 PM on December 28th, 2009, it fell into the hands of this culprit.
There are no witnesses but evidence at the crime scene and the suspect’s own confession, “I did it, Mommy! SAW-WEEE!” suggest that it died at the hands of one toddler, Nathan, age three.
Exhibit A: the broken flat iron, split in half. Much like the two halves of my heart.
Here’s why I can’t just DIY-tape it together:
So now I’m in the market for a new flat iron, one that will see me through this next child and hopefully the two to three years I have left before the stress of two boys turns my hair white. Any suggestions?