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So I know I'm a devout business major and all that, destined for my years of 9 to 5 power suit wearing cubicle life, but if you had seen me this week, you would have sworn I was total Frenchie from "Grease"...minus the pink hair of course. It all started Thursday when I had to get Anna ready for a Halloween party. She was going as a devil, and even with the horns, no one could see past her angelic face to notice a costume. It was my mission to make her "unpretty." I set up shop in her room with gels, hairspray, a curling iron, and 3 bags of makeup...check the picture page, she really looks that innocent! The end result was fab (I wish we took a picture...), I gave her super curly hair, all mused up, and did heavy makeup, including black eyeliner coming out at the corner in flame like spikes, and glossy red lips. The next day, I decided I actually wanted to look cute, so I curled my own hair before we went to the haunted corn maze. But the final kick came tonight, when everyone suddenly decided if I keep doing as "well" as I have on my communications test, it would probably be best for me to just quit VSU and head to Kaufman's Beauty School. First, Anna came to visit me while we were watching Sunday reruns and I decided to braid her hair...into 20 or 30 dreadlock style plaits! We were suddenly an advertisement for the ugly hair club (I had my still wet hair in messy pigtail buns on the top of my head...) But even with this personal display of my faltering abilities, my services were still desired. So when I got tired of listening to Lizzybeth moan with jealousy that everyone else had curls but her, I gave her the big Texas hair while she was doing English homework...amazing how much that girl looks like I used to when I curled my short hair...my little twin! And then Anna came to visit and decided her hair was just getting scraggly...so I said I would cut it for her. Now, I have cut people's hair before, (FYI, Sara Madison, the only reason your hair was uneven was because you let Meg cut it instead of me! And that's your payback for trusting Meg Clarke with scissors! Didn't I make it pretty the other 2 times?) but it's about 12 am when I decide to do this, so the results are bound to be interesting..We head to the bathroom to wet her hair, and as I turn on the sink with the hose in it, I forget how water pressure works momentarily and that hose takes on a life of it's own, drowning Anna's pjs completely! Ooops...well we manage without another trauma and go back to Lizzy's room to start chopping...and about halfway through, Lizzy checks out my work and starts to laugh....of course this leads to Anna asking if it's straight. Me~ "Welllll, we're working on that. My scissors at home are better than these..." Probably not the most comforting works to someone trusting their image in my hands, but hey...hair grows! Actually, it turned out great overall, I dried it for her and then curled it Jane Austen style (ringlets for you non literates...) and started pinning it up in a French twist out of boredom when we all decided I was the one thing missing from all our high school dances. This whole personal stylist thing really is kinda fun...if only there was some money in it and a guarantee that I wouldn't just be stuck sweeping the floors at Great Clips or helping the Asians pluck and polish old ladies all day long...oh well, I guess it's just one more job on the side for me... |
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