August is the death of me and my naturally curly hair. When I was in junior high school, my mother would take me every 6 months to a salon where they would put noxious chemicals on my hair to straighten it. In High School, I used hair rollers the size of pop cans to tame my curls, only to walk out into the August heat and humidity and have all my efforts shrink to a pile of frizz on top of my head. Even today I spend an inordinate amount of time and product...like 2 types of gel, a straight iron and hairspray the likes of super glue to keep my curls in check. I purposely steer clear of any open flame, for fear my hair will ignite like Uncle Skeeter's shanty did last summer when he was mixing up a batch of his "medicinal tonic".
...sigh...
And if I had collected a buck for every time someone has said to me, "Oh your so lucky to have naturally curly hair," blah, blah, blah...well, I wouldn't be a millionaire, but I'd at least be able to bankroll the amount of AquaNet I consume on an annual basis. I've always told my husband, "Honey, when I die, just have a closed casket, cuz no one will be able to do my hair."
Anyhoo...as I get older, I wonder how much longer before I wave the white flag and surrender to my genetic destiny. But for the time being, I just keep collecting pictures of cute curly haircuts...here's the one I've been camping on as of late.
Hair today, gone tomorrow, Miss Bea
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