Locks of Love

After staring at my computer screen for twenty minutes straight, I finally came up with a couple ideas to guest blog with. I'm MIT Mommy's niece, guest blogging for her while she goes on vacation with three of my cute, adorable little cousins, and of course my uncle. I am the oldest cousin on this side of my family, at only 14 (and a half!) years old, standing at a mere 5'1'', and with extremely curly, reddish-brown hair. My youngest girl cousin, Gladys, also has the same (slightly thinner) curly hair in a peachy-blonde color. I thought I'd write an open letter to her, discussing this topic: hair.

Dear Gladys:
You know how people say that one will always want whatever they do not already have? People usually repeat this phrase when, say, their teenage children MUST ABSOLUTELY HAVE those shoes or when comparing everyday things. Well, Gladys, I've learned that this phrase also applies to hair.
Both you and I swam in the gene pool and took with us the one gene that gave us this mass of hair that gets us branded as: "spunky! flirty! wild!" in all the fashion magazines. This much is true; however, you must learn to love those curls.
When I was a little bit older than you, I danced ballet. One day, my mom made me a little white skirt with black flowers on it to go over my black leotard. She had some fabric left over, so she made a little scrunchie to match. I remember twirling around in my new skirt, adoring it, much like you do with shoes. But then I took a look in the mirror, and saw little frizzy curls popping out of the ponytail that was pulled back with the new scrunchie.
Now, at this point in time, there was a television show called "Wishbone", and one of the main characters had beautiful, long, blonde, straight hair. All I wanted was to have my hair look like hers someday. When she put her hair in a ponytail, it never frizzed up like mine. So my solution? Cut off the frizz.
So there I am, sitting in the closet, chopping off all the hair that stuck out of the ponytail. (Do NOT attempt at home, kids.) At that time, I thought it looked better. But while it grew out (for the next five years), I was miserable.
The moral of this story? Gladys, I know there will be times where you HATE your hair. You will want to cut it all off and start brand new. Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. There will be times where you cry over your hair. You will, at one point, straighten your hair.
But then, one day, you'll realize: none of that is really you. No matter what you try to do to comb it out, straighten it, gel it down; none of it will ever satisfy you. Your hair was meant to be curly, and deep down, you'll figure out that you actually love your hair. My mother always told me how lucky I was to have the hair she always dreamed of having, and that I would grow into it eventually. My reaction to this was always, "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Ma." But someday in the future, you will find this to be true, and believe me: when that day comes, you'll be thankful that you landed that gene. No more ponytails, buns, clip after clip after clip holding back the frizz. Leave it. Be proud with that self-described spunky, flirty, wild hair. Curly sisters unite!
I love you Gladys! Have fun on your trip!
Locks of Love, Rebecca :D

My New 'Do

Hey guys. I'm Anna, and you have probably seen my many sarcastic comments on this blog. Well, now I'm writing a post. Thank you, MIT Mommy! If you didn't know, MIT Mommy is my aunt. Be shocked! Isn't that awesome? So I can catch up what's happening up in Cleveland (a 6-hour car ride away) just by hitting a few buttons on my Inspiron 1520. Well, now everyone can catch up with me in glorious Baltimore, Maryland. Isn't that lovely and deep? Reading insightful insights into the insightful life of a middle-schooler...


Okay, I'm getting a bit carried away.


So the title on this post is "My New 'Do". Why? Because "My New Hairstyle" sounds weird. Also, because I got a new hairdo. Why? Because I can. And there's nothing you can do about it.


So I went to the salon on a Wednesday evening. It was about four o'clock, and kind of rainy. I sat down on the little sofa with my hairdresser and told her what I wanted her to do with my hair.


First, I wanted my eyebrows ripped.


Second, I wanted my split ends trimmed.


Third, I wanted my hair dyed blue.
Not completely blue. Just like a few highlights.
She nodded and said something like, "Okay. Blue hair. Okay." She also looked at me like I was a strange little girl.


At seven o'clock that night, my hair and eyebrows looked superultrafantabulous. My sister hated it at first, but then it 'grew on her' and now she thinks it looks superultrafantabulous, too. When my dad first saw it, he just got kind of quiet and didn't say much. (My mom told me later that he didn't like that 'stuff'. He's really conservative. Which is another way of torturing your children.) My mom says that it's "just a stage." I beg to differ. She also says it's better than piercings or tattoos. This, dear mother, I agree on.


At seven o'clock the next morning, I got on the school bus to get to school.


At eight o'clock that morning, my friends almost passed out laughing at me. I passed my crush talking to his friends in the hallway. All I caught him saying was "blue hair." My mom's friend, our school's special education teacher, loved it.


Maybe blue hair could be a new trend.


And now for my photo section. I have two pictures. I have no idea if they will upload, but I am crossing my fingers. So...if they don't show up, don't get angry or anything.


This is me with blue hair. It took about forever and a half to figure out how to blur out my face. Since I have no Photoshop on my computer, I had to make do with Photo Impression, Paint, and my webcam. There is a big purple question mark on my face, because I am really paranoid.



(And remember, this is after like five showers and a week. It doesn't look as good as the first day.)






This is the replacement color that I bought yesterday at the ULTA. You're supposed to use it to make your whole head blue. But that would look a tad bit ugly, no? So I'm going with highlights (again). If my dad lets me.


Well, this concludes my post. But before I say au revoir, I have one thing to ask you...SHOULD I DO PINK NEXT TIME? Lol. Well, I hope to see everyone in the comments section! <3,>