September 21, 2008
the fine line
I have my Mom's hair... straight... fine... limp. After all of these years, I have accepted it... I guess. I still look longingly at ladies, long curls... and dream. I have considered perming my hair again... just a little.. to give it a little lift- but Eric said NO (not that his opinion matters that much)but my hairdresser also made quite a face- so I abandoned that notion... at least outloud. And I continue to try to use whatever I can find to give me that extra... bounce. But oh, how I wish for those curls. If I had curls, would I hate them like so many that possess them? I hope not- and I don't think so, because I don't hate my hair now. The other day I noticed, once again, that my sister has curl (real curl!) in her hair. I guess nothing is ever fair... but, as Mom always says It may not be fair now, but it'll always even out in the end!