fureverywhere
beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
- Location
- Northern NJ, USA
Something I was remembering today. When I was young Saturday night was hair washing night. How I hated it. My hair has always been super kinky. Unfortunately my mother had no understanding of what to do with it. Her hair had to be in rollers for hours to get even slight waves. She tried brushes and broke combs trying to get through the tight curls. I remember an electric comb called The Purr...let me see if I can find an image of this thing...
Yup, there it is, the instrument of torture...Looking back I should have just had a pixie cut until I was a teenager. Eventually I learned to do my own hair and discovered all the creams and potions that detangle hair more easily. Braiding it for sleep makes a big difference too. Three of my kids were curly heads, they were lucky to never meet the PURRR
How about you? I suppose for the gentleman it was easier. You went to the barber or Dad buzzed you with his razor. But for girls there is a whole culture around hair. I always envied my best friend. She got to wear her brother's hand me downs and had hair straight enough to be cut into a feathered shag. No PURRR for her either, she didn't know how lucky she was
Yup, there it is, the instrument of torture...Looking back I should have just had a pixie cut until I was a teenager. Eventually I learned to do my own hair and discovered all the creams and potions that detangle hair more easily. Braiding it for sleep makes a big difference too. Three of my kids were curly heads, they were lucky to never meet the PURRR
How about you? I suppose for the gentleman it was easier. You went to the barber or Dad buzzed you with his razor. But for girls there is a whole culture around hair. I always envied my best friend. She got to wear her brother's hand me downs and had hair straight enough to be cut into a feathered shag. No PURRR for her either, she didn't know how lucky she was