To Curl or Not to Curl

First you should know - before you read this entry - if you have anything important to do - any serious tasks at hand - you should do them first. I foresee this entry to be a lot of fluff and mostly nonsense...

This past weekend, DH took me to his company Christmas party. An occasion I look forward to every year. At least every year I am NOT pregnant. I get to dress up, have my nails done and as we did this year, stay overnight in a VERY nice hotel - sans kids.

and this year was a good time. The Wyndham Anatole was the address this year. And it was very lovely. A room with a view of downtown Dallas. Party in a ballroom with 10 Chandeliers the size of my van. Dinner, drinks, dancing, a really good band and mingling with people I actually like and enjoy. I had my picture made with Elvis - the young, good-looking Elvis in front of a Million Dollar Rolls Royce. And right after the photographer's bulb when POP! - Elvis turns to me and says - I SWEAR, "Thank you. Thank you very much." Lip curled and everything. I suddenly GOT why my Mom and Dad went to Vegas twenty times before I was ten years old.

So anyway - the point of this entry - totally unimportant - is hair - mine and my daughters. I bought hot rollers to do my hair with for the party . My Hair Girl gives me instructions on how to do it up for the night. I do as I am told. Brush hair, take big sections, hot rollers, run fingers through, no brushing... And I get this lovely - somewhat glam look. DH LOVED it. It was fun. It was different. I wore it home like this the next day.

Which brings us to my Broken Glass Theory. For details, see http://itsneverdullhere.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-god-its-monday.html

I have naturally curly hair. When I was a very little girl, all my relatives called me Shirley Temple. My middle daughter, Savvy, has curly hair like me. Very curly. Blonde, but lots and lots of natural curls. She takes one look at my hair Sunday morning and is visibly upset. I no longer have curls like her. I have smooth wavy hair like her sister. Sister, Sam, of course tells me she LOVES my hair. that my hair is like HER hair. This does not go over well with Savvy. at all. So I tell her that as soon as I wash my hair, it will be like hers again - and that the curls will come back. She processes this information and moves on. We go about our day. I think no more of it.

Bedtime - I tuck Savvy into bed. Prayers said. Hugs and kisses dispensed. I am leaving the room...
"Oh, Mom." in a very off hand manner.
"Yes, Savvy"
"Wash your hair."
"Yes, Savvy."

so I do. and the curls return. in full force - like they had been released from some prison...

And the next day, I have the brilliant idea (thanks to DH) that I should hot roll Savvy's hair. So I do. She thinks it is quite the adventure. Of course anything in my bathroom to do with make-up (AKA 'Sparkles'), brushes and hairspray is an adventure for her.

She wears the hot rollers for at least 35 minutes. This is cool, you know.

And then we take her hair down. I run my fingers through it - no brushing - and the curls fall loosely from her prissy little head. We spray it. She turns herself one way in the mirror. and then the other. not a word from her. Finally, I can stand it no more. "Savvy, what do you think???"

"I look like the Sugar Plum Fairy Princess!"

That's my girl...