i'm on a hair revolution.
reason a. i need to redeem myself (sorry again, sierra)
reason b. i need to take my own advice
reason c. i want to see what life is like with an extra twenty-five minutes each day
she cried. sierra, i mean. my little sis. it's just too big, she said, too wavy and not a sleek a-line like victoria beckham. i gave her this pep talk about how she needs to just embrace the fact that she has a lot of wavy hair. it's thick like a mane and beautiful chestnut brown.
i said "your hair will never be straight and thin unless you do all sorts of stupid stuff to it. just embrace it. play up the bigness of it."
and then i thought about it and i'm a total hypocrite. i've been straightening my hair every day since i bought my first flat iron in high school. every day except for when we were in costa rica last year and a few times when i was a brand new mommy. but otherwise, i've spent more time with my straightener than my computer. gage calls my blowdryer "mommy's gun". that's pretty accurate. it's my weapon against the fly-away, full of air, voluminous and thick yet slippery hair of mine. and i'm putting it away!
send me links if you want to join, i'd love to see some other crazy hair out there.