I”ve been going through some of my earlier posts and decided to share them now and then. Here’s one I did about Bad Hair Days. And can’t we all relate?
I’m not good at doing hair. It’s simply a set of skills I don’t possess. Oh, I think I’ve managed well enough over the years, thanks to great haircuts and a slew of product. That’s how hairdressers refer to gel, mousse, spray, and the other magic potions they use to make our hair shiny and gorgeous.
I am in awe of those women who know how to French braid their hair, or sweep their locks into a magnificent twist or some other updo. And anyone with curls goes immediately to the top of my list of big envy.
Looking back over my childhood, I realize that my mother wasn’t that great at doing hair either. Who knew this was genetic?
Her lack of skill was a bit of a problem given that she had three daughters. She compensated by giving us Dutch bobs when we were little girls. You know…
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February 8, 2015 at 7:29 am
ucb1966
When I was in 6th grade my parents were in Florida and I stayed with a friend. Their custom was to wash their hair and then lie over the radiator vent in the floor and blow it dry. They had nice thin straight hair. I did not. So I went off to school with my thick curly hair sticking straight out from my head in all directions. I received all sorts of comments, not nice ones. Later I grew to consider my hair a blessing – but not until I was older.
February 10, 2015 at 7:30 pm
Ros
I absolutely love your hair! I love it best when you are dancing!