September 28, 2008

From Curlers to the Curbside Catwalk

Having your hair styled for you isn't all it's cracked up to be. The other day Mommy decided to make my hair curly. I just wanted to go outside and play—disheveled hair and all. However, I had to wait to get my hair done. And let me tell you, that can take awhile when you've got curlers in. First, I read a book to help pass the time.

Then I watched an episode of The Little Einsteins.

After all that, it still wasn't time to take the curlers out. So I went and sat in my little room under the stairs to sulk.

Then I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself playing outside.

Just as I was about ready to give in to despair, Mommy said it was time to get the curlers out. She finished my hair and I finally got to go outside. Here's a closeup of how my hair turned out.

I noticed some people walking by. Figuring they'd want to see my new curls and outfit, I decided to take a little stroll down the sidewalk.

I strut the catwalk pretty well if I say so myself. (Note my surefooted stride and the bounce in my dress.)

I guess having Mommy do my hair each morning does have its perks.

I just wish it didn't take so long.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey! She's a supermodel. Love those curls. It is a pain to have the curlers in, but look how darling she looks. Ava is finding out that we are slaves to fashion.--Granny O