It was slightly humid when I left for work tonight, (well last night, but for us "creatures of the night", it's still Tuesday)
Needless to say, my hair has been looking like I have just gotten a perm for the last few days.
Those of you with curly hair understand where I'm coming from. You can have your hair looking the best it has ever looked. The volume is perfect, it parts just the way you want, etc. You take one last look in the mirror and then it happens...you step outside.
In about 1.5 seconds, your hair has from "why can't it always look like this" to "standard poodle". All of a sudden, you have this explosion of hair on top of your head.
I can remember when this lady, Lois, used to cut my hair. People would ask her what size rods she used on my hair. When she would answer, "it's naturally this curly", they would reply "I wish my hair would do that".
Not so fast. While it is fun, at times, to have that "wild out of control" curly hair look, it fades fast when you are having to pick through the curly hair that for the most part has turned into about 25 groups of gigantic curls that as you attempt to pick them apart seem to be glued together.
For all of the curl I have, Noelle's hair is straight as a board. I would spend hours on her hair before dance recitals. I'd leave the hot rollers in her hair until all the girls had to line up and if we were lucky, the curls would still be there half way through the second number.
Friday night, Noelle, Amy and I are going to Starlight to see "High School Musical". (Noelle's birthday present from all of them). It's supposed to be really humid.
Let me just take a moment and say to those who will be sitting behind me, sorry if I'm blocking your view.
