Of all crazy requests, mom asked if I could 'do her hair' for her big choir recital today. Me. The down/ponytail/bun girl. The low low LOW hair maintenance girl.
I reminded mom I didn't 'do hair,' to which she reminded me that I used to. In high school.
Seems the bazillion years inbetween then and now were irrelevant to her. Her regular hair stylist was busy with company so I was the next best thing.
And dammit, I did it! I plugged that curling iron in, and curled and fluffed and puffed with the confidence of a pro. I didn't get a tip, but she did say it looked like a 'million dollars' and that was the best compliment this hair stylist has ever received.
Feeling grateful,
Louise
The finished product
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