I looked at my first blog post, and realized what a horrible introduction that was. So let’s just start over, shall we?
You: Hi there…
Me: How are you?
You: Erm, fine. Who are you?
You: Right. Ehhh bye. *walks away, and starts to run*
Me: Oh all right then!
On to business, I am a southern girl who lives in Kentucky. I have a dog named Jake and he is an irish water spaniel. Zzzzzzz…
Gosh my attention span is short lived. Anyways, I guess I’ll get to the main point of this post–my curly history! When I was a little girl I had really curly blonde hair. My mom would just let it do it’s thing, and put it into poofs or down.
Sadly, my hair did not stay that way. As I grew older my curls began to elongate and my mother began to brush them out every morning. I hated having my hair brush. It hurt like hell, but now I am certainly NOT tender headed. The result was something like this
Making a needlepoint keych
The ultimate triangle head. Yes! My hair is actually wider than my face on both sides, wow… Once I came to my senses, or after Ryan Martin decided to tell me my hair was poofy in the 2nd grade, I put it up in lot of braids and ponytails.
Sitting at my elementary school graduatio
And that’s pretty much how my hair stayed until 8th grade. That christmas I got a hair straightener. Thankfully, I was much too lazy (or smart depending on how you look at it) to spend an hour and a half frying/burning my hair every night. That’s when I went on a search for curly hair. As an avid bookworm what did I do? To the library! After, enviously devouring every picture and bit of advice on this site, I checked out Curly Girl from my local library. I tried doing my hair a few times, but I was totally unawares of silicones, waxes, or basic styling at all, so it just got put back up in the bun. If I wore it down, it was completely natural and really frizzy