when you’re blessed with a burning bush instead of sleek locks, what do you do?
give up on life, that’s what!
my hair is naturally wavy. nice, right? no, not nice.
wavy when styled = bushy when let loose.
so seeing as how i have no time in the mornings and hate waking up early, i’ve spent the vast majority of my days sporting a “give up on life” ponytail and throwing the bush into a bun.
i have been doing this thinking it might not be a beautiful bun, but hey, it’s an acceptable one.
that is, i used to think this… until saturday morning.
as we drove out to an early morning event for my kid, i flipped down the mirror to assess how rough i looked.
“why didn’t you tell me i had crazy hair??!” i asked my husband. there were spikes of half-curls sticking out the top of my head, complemented by fuzzies on the sides.
“but you always have crazy hair! … in fact, when i say your hair looks nice, it means you actually don’t have crazy hair for once!”
truth. hahahaha… the man speaks the truth. it only took 9.5 years to come out.