This is me at 10.
And it was not a bad hair day. This was a normal hair day.
The quest of any curly haired person is to tame the frizz. The older I've gotten the more extreme the good hair days and bad hair days are. Some days I don't know whether to be grateful, or just give up and shave my head.
I call my bad hair days Helena Bonham Carter days.
My cousin-in-law (the one who's a hair stylist in Hollywood), sent me this product: Mixed Chicks
And it is the gel/lotion/conditioner/mouse/serum/spray/bug juice I have been looking for my whole life.
Finally, happy curls. In hair talk that means soft, glossy and defined without being dangerously crunchy feeling...or frizzy. At the risk of scaring you all away from ever trying it, here is the result.
I hasten to add, that while my photographer (my sister) was fantastic, my eyes really aren't that blue (Nor am I that pale. But I do sleep in a coffin.)
So anyway, awesome stuff. I plan on sending Bethany a bottle... as soon as I send her their Christmas presents.