It was such a simple request. One that would save us some money. One that would make our already beautiful daughter just a little bit prettier. So I said yes, you can perm our little girl's hair. She did a wonderful job. She was a professional after all. She was a good friend. Lynlie was cute as a button - for a day or two at least.
Problem was I was not a beautician. I was a mom. So when we washed her hair it didn't go back to the way it was in the pretty stage. It just went boing. Poor Lynlie had curls that went up, down, out, and over. They just didn't seem to go down. And that wasn't the worst of it, the next day was picture day at school.
So we rolled it, twisted it, brushed it, sprayed it, covered it, headbanded it, and put a hat on it (which wouldn't stay on because it just went boing). It is one of those things that we can laugh about now - everyone but Lynlie that is - but it sure was not a happy time way back then.
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