So the coils didn't survive. One night and they were gone. How disappointing. One of the problems is that she refuses to wear a night cap. And by "refuses" I mean she will put it on. She will go to bed. She will take it off. Sometimes in her sleep. She is a very active sleeper. So she got up on Sunday and the coils were loose. Loose to the point that they were no longer attractive.
So I combed out her hair. Which was easy because of the coils. And I parted. And parted again. And parted again. For some reason I have lost my ability to part hair. Front to back. Straight line. How hard can that be??? Apparently impossible. But I finally settled. And I did large twists. I love twists. Easy in. Easy out. And cute. Just 11 twists. And she is so flipping adorable in that style.
And then I looked at my hair. On Saturday night in the soft light of the living room lamps I loved the color. I still love the color in the photo. It had that Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman feeling. And I felt pretty. So pretty. On Sunday morning in the harsh lighting of the bathroom... not so much. And then we ran errands. In the sunlight I began to feel more like Bozo the clown and less like Julia. The color may need to change.
Mean Mama
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