So, I'm afraid little miss Harper got...dun, dun, dun...MY hair. Poor thing! What that means is a lifetime of friggin' maintenance. I ALWAYS either have to straighten it, or curl it, or use a ton of product and let air dry w/out allowing a brush to so much as graze it for fear of it looking like this:
One of my best friends, Jill - she is totally that girl who can wash her hair, maybe run a blow dryer through it for a minute or two if she feels like it, and that's it! Her beautiful hair ends up looking like this without doing ANYTHING to it. I've witnessed this miracle of hers over & over since college. If I didn't love her so much, I'd hate her for it...
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| Me, Jill & her adorbs daughter Kate |
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| gorgeous Jill & sweet Kate |
For now, Harper just has a teeny, tiny bit of hair to worry about - but I can already see that crazy wave starting to grow in the back of her head. My fingers are still crossed that maybe, just maybe, some of her dad's fine, manageable texture will pop in there...