So here's the problem. I don't do hair. I don't do makeup either but we can address this in a few years when she asks me to buy her an eyelash curler. I wouldn't be caught dead with one of those devices in my house. I digress.
For those of you fortunate enough to know me you are aware of the fact that I've had the same hairstyle (actually it's not even a style) since about 1986. It's simple. I get up. I shower. Two strokes of the brush through my lovely locks and presto I have a glamorous low ponytail. It suits me. I think. I mean I look a tad like a boy but whateves. I don't have a clue how to blow dry my hair never mind attempting to style it. I couldn't be bothered. On the rare occasion I'm feeling incredibly ambitions I use my flatiron and straighten it BUT my flatiron does not require my hair to be dry. Yup, I run it through my soaking wet hair. The results are amazing. I lie.
Back to M. My little lady repeatedly asks me to do her hair. I always deflect. Let's go eat cupcakes, let's go watch Dora (I DESPISE DORA). I go to great lengths to avoid this arduous task. I'll pretty much offer her anything in an attempt to distract her from having her hair done. Anything. Three days a week M goes to daycare and low and behold every time I pick her up she has the cutest little pigtails or braids. Seriously, she looks adorbs. I decided to step out of my comfort zone on Sunday and this happened:
It looks strikingly similar to a rattail. I believe the rattail was popular for all of 20 seconds back in the 80's. Apparently I have an affinity for 80's hairstyles. Who knew.
Since 2014 is my biatch and it's all about
I know what you're thinking - mom of the year. I get that a lot. Another lie. xox
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