Before and after

When I was in high school, I would have killed for flat, straight hair. In the 60's, that was the ONLY acceptable look. Unfortunately I had very thick, curly hair with frizzy undertones. It was so Janis Joplin. I hated it. Although I never had the nerve or the finances to have it professionally straightened, I did do all the alternative methods of trying to smooth it out. I rolled it on juice cans because they were bigger than any curler you could buy in the store. I laid my head down on the ironing board and proceeded to fry my hair in an attempt to iron it flat. I blew it dry holding down each piece. That took hours. And I ended up with even uglier frizzier wavy hair. It took me a long time to just accept my hair as it is.

So when the Girl was born and she had shiny straight hair, I was so thrilled for her. I thought that maybe she was lucky enough to avoid the curse of the hugely thick wavy hair. And she did...until puberty. Her hair completely changed and lo and behold, she got my hair. Which is really my evil mother's hair. And probably goes back further than that. I don't know. It doesn't really matter anymore because now there is a cure. A benign cure that she can do on her own to create the hair that she wants.

Behold....before and after! It is miraculous. God bless the flatiron.

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