Waves On Wednesday…And Thursday, And Friday…
I have a ton of hair. It’s thick, wavy, and way too long. If I complain about my hair in the salon, I’m met with all this grief: they don’t want to hear it, I have no reason to gripe, and they can only wish for hair like mine. Here is my current situation.
Ok, so maybe I can understand why someone with fine, thin, straight hair would be a little put out with my complaints, but then again, has this person walked a mile in my shoes? Does she know what it’s like to deal with this monstrosity? It weighs a ton, it’s dry as a bone, and I can’t do a thing with it!
“Cut it off”, you say. HA! I’ve tried that. Actually, Madre tried that for me, throughout my entire childhood. Why? As a working mother, would you want to tackle my head every morning? So I spent my childhood looking like this.
Except for that one time that Madre thought a perm would just be so cute!
I think that was when my wild-as-a-buck hair decided, ‘Oh wow! Curls! Let’s stay like this FOREVER!!’
No, maybe this was the perm that did that…
My point is, while my sister Jimmie pranced (okay, she never pranced) around with her shiny, spun-gold-like locks cascading down her back,
I strutted (pretty much true) around like this.
Anywho, It’s looked worse. See?
Since I didn’t work yesterday or today, I’m not really in ‘hair’ mode. I just couldn’t muster up anything relevant to say to educate you or get your juices flowing. See what I did there? I threw myself under the bus just to entertain you! That last one oughta do it!
If you just don’t go for silly distractions like this, and you need something more profound, you can read this post. Actually, the linked post is a little silly, but it shows that I am determined to keep my girls from having embarrassing hair pictures to show off when they grow up and start blogs of their own!
Happy Humps Day!
March 18, 2015 @ 2:02 pm
You pranced! And yeah, I don’t want to hear your miseries with your long, glorious, thick, horse mane hair. At least your bun is bigger than a peppermint candy.
March 18, 2015 @ 2:06 pm
I knew you’d give me flack. Love you!
March 19, 2015 @ 2:36 am
Well, true, it’s more like a fire-breathing dragon.
March 18, 2015 @ 2:46 pm
We all want what we can’t. None of ppus really ever forgive our mothers for our hair history.
March 18, 2015 @ 2:47 pm
Ain’t it the truth!
March 19, 2015 @ 1:50 am
I love this post! Wow, first of all, your hair is gorgeous and so thick!
And I enjoyed the walk down memory lane with your cute childhood pics! The funny thing is, my mother too kept my hair super short…she didn’t want to deal with things like ponytails or braids…I was always envious of my friends who had them!
Thanks for sharing your hair style history with us!
March 19, 2015 @ 2:35 am
That ‘fro was somethin’ else, eh? 🙂