"Hair" apparent

I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. I love the color, but I have zero skills when it comes to managing my mane. My hair is naturally thin and fine and I've never been able to create a style that will last past the front door. By the time I reach my destination, my hair usually looks something like this:



It has something to do with the humidity and blah blah blah. All I know is that a pony tail is about the only style I can manage.

Until recently.

I discovered the joys of one of those hair straightening/iron thingies. It came with a hairdryer I bought a couple years ago and last month I dug it out of the cabinet out of sheer frustration. I was on my way to an interview and desperate to try anything. To my utter amazement, my frizzy hair magically became straight, smooth and shiny.

This may sound like no big deal to you, but after 30 years of pony tails, it's a start. I have had an occasional decent 'do, but only when I've either paid someone or someone took pity on me for special occasions. For the first time in my life, people have actually complimented me on how my hair looked.

My poor daughter has even had to suffer. When all her friends had the cute braids, her braids were crooked and lopsided. I tried to stick to pony tails with her, but sometimes she'd beg for braids or for me to curl her hair. I'd try to indulge her, but it never ended pretty.

She finally caught on and quit asking for my help. Poor baby seems to have inherited locks identical to my own. I'm crossing my fingers that she'll have better luck figuring things out. Heaven knows I haven't been any help in this area. I've taught her how to burp like a man, but when it comes to doing hair - she's on her own.