All my life I have had very fine, straight, limpless hair and wished for curls, but without really dwelling on it, sort of in a wouldn’t-it-be-nice-if… kind of way. Once, in the eighties, my aunt gave me a perm and it looked pretty good until it grew out.
This spring, my hairdresser talked me into letting my hair grow out a little bit. I said OK provided that the cut was zero maintenance. She said I already had a zero maintenance haircut and that she would give me something very close to zero maintenance. (What she didn’t realize was that I would still not do my hair most days, meaning that on the rare occasions when I do spend some time on it, lots of people comment on how good my hair looks and sometimes a friend might even email me afterwards to say it looked so good. Ha! Those days are kind of great.)
Anyway, so we let it grow out a little. The last time I went to get it cut my hairdresser asked how I was liking it and I said, “Pretty well. I think I can handle it. I think I like it like this.” And she said, “I like the curls at nape of your neck” and I said, “Me too! How did you do that?” I had been thinking either she had surreptitiously given me a perm or else it was a fluke thing and if it ever stopped raining they would disappear.
But she swore she hadn’t done a thing; I had done it all on my own! It is nothing short of a miracle: I have grown my very own curls, and it would appear as if they are here to stay. Yippee!