Curl Drama Continues

 

Okay, I cut off the straightened hair and discovered "Once curly, always curly". Which isn't a good thing. It got to the point a week after the hair cut that the curl was so violent my scalp hurt. So I booked an appointment to get a perm. And the blizzard hit. Then I rebooked and Spring Break hit. Then I rebooked, and whoo-hoo!, I actually made it.

 

Our goal today was to calm the curls down a bit, a little curl mellowing if you will, and give them order and direction. Yeah, right. Now I've fought this war for a good 40 years and never really won. But this is the first time I tried perming. It seemed contradictory. And the really weird thing is, with all the torture I've inflicted on the curls, I've never been worried. Until now. I actually dreamed last night that I woke up bald on top with Bozo curls around the side, woke up sobbing and curled in a fetal position. But never let it be said I back down from a tough fight.

 

So sitting in the chair, nervous as a cat, for 90 minutes of just putting the damn rods in (Sherry lost count at 70), then the stinky stuff, 20 minutes of processing time, rinsing, neutralizer, rinsing, removing the damned rods!!!!!, conditioning and rinsing. A little primping, a little curl creme, and 2 hours later....

 

 

I don't consider this a win, only a cease fire. Some day curls, I will be victorious!