Day 66- The Last of the Hair?

Howdy!  


            Just got off the phone with my wonderful grandmother and she just gave me some super enlightening news. Apparently my mom also got her long hair chopped off as a little girl because she also refused to cut it....hmmm sounds a little suspicious there huh? The apple still doesn't fall to far from the tree...again. Anyways I am more than ready to sit around and do nothing or better yet think of nothing. Because the last couple of days I have done a great deal of nothing but my thinking/stressing levels? Off the chart. Luckily I have some free time for the next couple of days!

Memory #66

                  So my next hair story starts in that time period right smack dab in the Olive Oyl phrase a.k.a. my mom's favorite phase for me. I was an 8th grader at the time which also means that I was about to embark into the high school years and be transformed...or something. I'm still waiting for that whole 'middle school awkward' phase to dissipate out of my system...but you know whatever. Anyways my mom was bound and determined that I was going to learn how to fix my hair in something other than the gosh awful Olive Oyl bun. So without even asking me or anything my mom made an appointment at the hair salon she went to with her super trendy twenty something year old stylist. My mom also made me a bag of things to bring, hair bands, my straightener, clips everything! I kid you not this lady sat down and gave me a lesson in how to do my hair. Seriously. That was how my mom handled things. If you complained about something to much without signs of trying to improve it yourself, she would just force the tools into your hands and let you learn. 

          So you better believe that on the first day of my high school career (and every day since then) I dawned not only hair that was not in a bun but hair that I was confident in. My mom was also extremely satisfied to see no more Olive Oyl lurking around in her sight. Now I'm not saying that because of that hair stylist journey I'm an expert on hair now (Not the moral of the story) because believe me I learned next to nothing (lol I'm still a n00b when it comes to hair) but again it was more of the confidence boost and I just find it funny that my mom thought my hair styling was so bad that she hired someone to teach me how to fix it. That's my mom for you.

Love Always,

Erin