When I was younger - a lot younger I had very long hair -- hair down to my waist -- long hair and I begged my Mom to let me get a perm. What self-respecting person didn't have a perm in the early 80's?!? Her answer was always NO! Then she would go on and on about how it would damage my hair and I would regret it and it would be hard to grow out and blah, blah, blah. All the truth, but when you are 12 and you want a perm and your Mom says NO -- well everything else after the NO was blah, blah, blah.
Anywho, we reached a compromise. I didn't get to have a perm and every night she would braid my hair in a bunch of little braids and I would have "bumps". The size of the bumps were relative to the size of the braids. And then she would put pink sponge rollers in the ends so the ends would be nice and curly and cute. Oh how I wish I had pictures of the braiding and curling process and the results. It was a good compromise -- I had cute hair without the damage.
Well last night after Roo's shower I asked her if I could braid her hair so she could bumpy hair for school. So this morning she woke up with this:
And since I don't have pink sponge rollers in my house we resorted to this:
Then we had this:
She wasn't too sure she liked it. In fact she asked if I would spray it down with water so it wasn't so pouffy (I know not really a word, but it works). What?!? The child of the 80's in me just about died! Not pouffy!?!
Then we did a little touching up and added a braid and it looked like this:
And she was happy and cute and pouffy!
Please forgive me my flash spaziness (again not a real word). I really hate that aspect of digital cameras, but sometimes without the flash you lose the details. UUGGHH!!!