So, I had a wild hair...literally.
More than "A" wild hair, apparently around 100,000 wild hairs.
This is the before:
(although, honestly, I liked the "look" much better with a do-rag).
Last night was "THE" appointed night for liberating my chained-and-woven locks; what took Rosie about three hours to DO, took me--with the help of two "assistants"--one hour to UN DO.
Pretty soon they got bored with it, and it was just me again. Or Cousin It came to visit, I'm not sure.
Sideways (peek-a-boo, I see you!)...
and ground level....
Gracious...the way I'm grinning, you'd think I was having FUN...!
Stephen captured my reaction in the mirror the first time I looked...what a "Duh..." vacant expression (artsy, my little boy is...and for goodness sakes, "someone" needs to clean that mirror!).
Hmmm, I just noticed something--I got TWO hairstyles for the price of one: Braids, then a perm!
I'm afraid there was probably some damage to my twisted tresses--
I hope it's not permanent (snicker). And when I ran my fingers through my hair,
I found more than a few of these :/ :
I guess it's back to normal now.