After I had my senior pictures taken, I got my haircut (about 12-14 inches cut off) and entered the world of curling irons. This was my M.O. until 1993. That year I had a makeover. My new hair stylist showed me how to blow dry my hair with a round brush and I have been free of any appliances (with the exception of a blow dryer) ever since. It has been so nice to not have to pack anything besides products for my hair.
Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. My daughter was home last weekend and she gently planted the seed that maybe I should try a flat iron. "Why?" I asked. Little did I know that she had a talk with my hair stylist, Stefanie (also my niece). When I went in for my haircut on Tuesday, Stef, not so gently, told me I needed to start using a flatiron. We had an inservice, she gave me her old iron, and here I am, imprisoned again. I have used it two times now and it is getting a bit easier. So, here is the result. I'm still in the learning process, but so far I'm liking the results.
Not imprisioned, more like liberated into gorgeous hair! Gotta love Steph. ;)
ReplyDeleteLooks great! Keep it up.
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ReplyDeleteThanks Sweetie!
ReplyDeleteI'm loving it, Mom!!
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