This is my really curly hair.
I never straighten it because I have never managed to make it be anything but a frizzy mess.
Miss Rose likes to give makeovers.
Poor Miss Margaret gets them all the time.
I finally gave in and let her take the flat iron to my hair.
I can’t remember the last time my hair was straight.
It was straight until I was a teenager when it became wavy.
Then out of nowhere, years between pregnancies, it started spiraling all on its own. Crazy curls that I swear get tighter every year.
It only took around two hours.
I couldn’t spend two hours on my hair if I wanted to.
I watched a movie while she worked, so except for the little-hair pulls, it was a painless process for me.
Amazingly, it was fun for both of us.
Wow! Something we both like.
The hair artist fixing my hair afterwards.
Miss Margaret keeping my company.
The final product.
The girls both told me that I look younger.
I suppose I agree.
Though I do not agree with Miss Margaret’s declaration that I look younger, about 30. (I am 30 thank you!)
My guy’s reaction?
He thinks it’s sexy and has already requested that I do it again for his birthday later this month.