Day 1 of my new plan: “Living For The Story,” which, in reality, is more like “Living the Punchline” because y’all - Seriously.
You know the phenomenon where woman want curly hair who have wavy/straight and curly hair women are always trying to straighten theirs? I’m no exception. My sister and her daughter have the envious curls while my daughter and I are stuck with straight, stringy, flat, lifeless hair. It’s the kind of hair nobody talks about. “Hey, can I look like her? The lady with the non-noticable hair? It’s so ... nothing.”
As an experiment, my daughter and I decided to go old school with rollers.
Since it’s been roughly 181 years since I’ve done this, I forgot how long it takes hair to dry when it’s twisted up tighter than Sarah Palin’s knickers. So, when after several hours I needed to run to the grocery store, I put a scarf around them and went anyway.
I did get a few looks but I’m pretty sure it was the cleavage.
Having failed at waiting long enough the first time, last night I had a grand idea to color my hair and then set it in curlers before bed. SURELY this would get me the results promised on the front of the package.
I figured it would look more amazing if I was a red head. Why not? I’ve never been a red head before.
Wrapping up my hair in giddy anticipation of what I would look like the next morning, I fell in to a fitful, uncomfortable, neck-bending sleep on the “soft” curlers.
I had dreams of my hair.
The time finally came to unveil the auburn ringlets this morning.
Aside from the red roots, dark dark black ends and uneven pig-tail curls next to waves of chocolate, I think it looks about right. An Advertiser’s win.
**Do not try this at home
***Go to a professional
***It’s worth it
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