Yeah, I know. You've heard it all before. I tried to go au naturel a few months back when I swore off my straighteners, and I did hold strong, I did - for a little while, at least.

And then there was a boy, and some dinner dates, and unbelievably, I squirmed through my mediocre hair situation. That is, until after the dates, when I couldn't believe I actually went on the dates with bad hair.

What was I thinking? Well, I was thinking that, after several weeks of abstaining from my heat-styling addiction, I would be an embarrassment to the female race if I gave up my quest for fabulously natural hair all for a boy.

I DID IT FOR YOU.

So, in a series of decisions that make absolutely no sense, I kept my ugmo tresses over the course of several dates, and reverted shamlessly to my straightening ways within a day of him leaving town.

Real smart.

So, with the burning shame fresh in my mind, I went back to burning my hair every day.

And here we are again. Me, with my ends still fried, and an unhealthy dependency on an electrical appliance.

That is, until I came across a nifty YouTube video just the other day. An eastern European, in front of her webcam, showing the world the tricky way she coaxes perfect curls out of her frizzy mane while she's sleeping.

Looks easy enough; put on a headband like it's 1976, twirl your hair around it and then go to bed.

So I tried it. And yes, I look like a dork.

Chill.

As I've learned before, when it comes to matters of aesthetics, one must often make a mess before one can make a masterpiece. I swear the Dalai Lama or someone said that.

So, the results speak for themselves.

It worked, but it was a little more unpredictable on the curls than I'm used to, shooting out all over the show. My mum suggested it looked more 'natural' than usual.

Well, if that's not a win, I don't know what is.

I suspect I may use this little technique again - but all I can say is, it's lucky no one has to wake up next to me at the moment...