Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I was looking through my pictures from Las Vegas and I found this shot of my older daughter that I took on Christmas Day. Sixty degrees and clear, it was a very nice day. I remember thinking how smooth, straight and pretty her hair looked. I also know that her hair is very curly naturally. Like her sister's. And like mine used to be. I'll get a picture to prove it. [See below.]
I also remember a story she told me about my ex-husband. He has naturally curly hair, too.
When we were first married, he used to make fun of my curly hair. It wasn't in fashion in the early seventies, so I made every effort to Dippity Do it smooth. I stepped out of the shower one time with long curly ringlets only to have him hand me my ukelele and ask me to sing Tip Toe Through The Tulips. So, I just assumed he knew I had naturally curly hair.
[If you don't understand that Tiny Tim reference, sorry.]
For the most part during my marriage I didn't wear my hair natural. I used big rollers, hot rollers, whatever I could just to calm it down and make it wavy. When I got divorced and went back to work, I realized that I had wash and wear hair. And curly was cool now. I could save a ton of time just leaving it wet and letting it dry on the way to work.
One weekend a few years later, my daughter made some comment to her dad about the difficulties of dealing with naturally curly hair -- a problem she blamed me for inheriting. And my ex said, NOOOO, I didn't have naturally curly hair. It was a perm. I was so insulted. Ha. After eight years of marriage he didn't know I had naturally curly hair. Who was he sleeping with? Better not go there.
Front View of My Older Daughter
In college my friends used to watch my hair transform from early morning smooth to afternoon frizzy walking to classes in the North Carolina heat and humidity. They'd tell me to stick my head out the window so they could tell what the weather was like.
My daughter didn't argue with her dad's opinion. He's very sensitive about being told he's full of shit. Instead she just told me what he said and we had a good laugh.
I worked with a guy once in the eighties who had curly golden locks. By that time I did too. The curl was natural. The blond wasn't. Everyone thought my curls were from a perm and his was natural. I didn't help matters by blowing it dry and wearing it straight once in awhile. "Hey, wasn't your hair curly yesterday?" But the truth was his wife used to give him a perm every couple of months. And I was the natural one.
Now with flat irons we can smooth out the frizz fast. And make our hair stick straight. Or use product to enhance the curls. Either way people assume you're trying to fool them into thinking you're something you're not. And they take great pleasure in accusing you of trying to fool Mother Nature.
And the problem withthat is?
Mrs. Linklater [Big Bird to you] in the eighties at a college reunion