So, I’m sitting at the computer staring blankly, and said, “I don’t know what to post about today.” Lloyd looked at my head and said, “Hello?”
We had Crazy Hair Day at school. The preschoolers are wrapping up a study of hair, and today was our final hazzah. I had planned on lots of braids, but laziness won out this morning and I pulled out an old set of hot rollers. As I wrapped my hair Lloyd asked, “How long have you have those? I’ve never seen them.” I’ve actually had them for years, because deep in my heart I want to have naturally curly hair. I used to curl my hair at night and think, “I could totally pull this off tomorrow,” and always chickened out. Today was the first time I’ve left the house with curly hair – well, except for my wedding.
I had my hair curled at noon for our 7 p.m. wedding and it was dead by 3. My sister came to my apartment and we tried to fix it with an array of curling devices and tons of hairspray. I lived right behind the church and walked over there with curlers still in my hair. I had to protect my dignity, though, so I walked to the church with a box on my head.