This afternoon I hairsprayed the poop out of my hair. I’d already blow-dried it and curled it and I wanted my hair to stay curly, whether or not it rains.
As I shelacked it perfectly into place then stood back and proudly observed that there was not a curl moving on my head, my breath caught with the thought that my hair might be the 32-year-old-mom’s version of the rollerset.
The next step is to wash my hair once a week (on Friday, just in time for it settle nicely before church on Sunday) then get my hair set at the salon, along with all the other perfectly coiffed white-haired ladies.
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LOL…as a former doer of old lady hair, in my own right, I appreciate this post! You crack me up! I always wondered why their heads didn’t itch like crazy by Thursday! Are all the nerve endings dead by the time you are that age?