I have big hair. I am a big haired girl. I never had much patience for being anything else. I’ve had some humdinger haircuts. Most of which were less than flattering. Let’s just say that in my youth I would have been fine to ride a bike without a helmet (should such requirements have existed WAY back then.). I coped. I didn’t style. My major accomplishments from the hair perspective were an oddly placed flower or a French twist overwrought with too many pins.
I have ascended. I am now capable of rocking smooth hair all by myself. All by myself I tell you. Well with a little help from a hair straightening thingie called the in-styler. Best yet, my arms don’t feel like they are going to fall off before I’m finished. I feel like a grown up.
It occurred to me that some girls have done this their whole lives. I just thought they were blessed with better hair than I.
It seems that you can teach an old new tricks.