|Pin curls are Celia's favorite torture device. |
But, I have to admit, they look good when she's done.
Celia, now 16, is really quite gifted with hair. She inherited what I affectionately call "the Southern Hair Gene" from her paternal grandmother. This is the gene that allows a woman to make a few little shifts in her hair whorl, and apply a little bit of gel or hairspray to make a crew cut look like a runway creation.
I have no gift for styling hair. If it can't be done in less than 5 minutes, I want no part of it. I was a complete failure at the 80's Big Hair era. It would stand up in the bathroom at home, but by the time I got to school it would have fallen back into it's thick brown waves all over my head. I couldn't imagine getting up at 5 AM to do my hair for school. The product they had to have used! I... just...can't...
|This is what I did NOT look like in High School.|
Sometime in my 30's I decided to stop fighting with my hair and just let it be what it was. I no longer colored it. I no longer permed it. I just let it grow and put it up. I have grown to like the way that God made me. I think, maybe, he did a pretty good job. And, actually, I think I look better now than I did in my 20s when I was busily trying to be something I was not.
|The finished product. Nice, job, kiddo!|