Who thought, "Hmmm, let's shove some heated round plastic into our hair and see what it does?"
Today I re-discovered why God has not called me to be a hairdresser...I will get to that in a moment. First, I am going to re-visit some early hair memories:
1. Mom told me I could not go away to camp until I could do my own hair. "Doing my own hair" meant brushing it and putting in into a ponytail. (Just in case anyone was wondering, I was a slow learner...I think I went away to camp in 3rd grade?? Maybe
4th?)
2. Dawn taught me how to do "hair exercises" when I was in 2nd grade. This is where you flip your head upside down and flop your hair from side to side and up and down. It is like singing "Inright, outright, upright, downright" and doing the motions with your hair instead of your hands. Dawn, do you think you could re-enact this and put it on youtube?
3. 4th grade. Bangs. Need I say more?
4. 7th and 8th grade I wore a messy bun every day. Mom about had a coronary.
5. All through high school I attempted to cut my own hair. Bad idea.
6. 12th grade. Christmas day. New curling iron that was too hot = completely singed bangs.
7. On my senior trip my best friend and I got "Hair Painting kits" to highlight our hair. When you use that type of a kit, it is best to use a cap so you don't end up "painting" inconsistently...we didn't use a cap. Can you say SPOTS?
8. I once tried giving Amanda a hair cut right before she left for camp. It was absolutely hideous (can you say "bob in the front, middle of the back in the back"? It was like a morphed mullet. Even mom was horrified. I lied to Amanda and told her it looked awesome. The poor girl had to leave for camp the next morning and I didn't want her to feel insecure the whole time.
It seemed like every Sunday afternoon in high school was spent messing with my hair. I tried using hot rollers several times with no luck. I even had these cool hot pink ones that bent and twisted...those ended up knotted in my hair. Mom always said it would just take practice and I always thought it was my lack of fine motor skills.
Well, today I tried using hot rollers again.
And had more right angles than curls.
I can't blame it on practice. I tried putting the same curler in 19 times. It definitely is a gift or maybe a creative gene that I just do not have.
As for my next hair event, I will be testing Rogaine. I got it free from CVS and could use some hair-replacement therapy due to my recent hot roller escapade.
Labels: Dawn, Dork of the Day, Hair, Memories, Mom
posted by Jennifer @ 11:31 PM
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