It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of my curly hair. However, as I watch my children become little mirrors of me roaming this world I’m trying my best to be kinder to myself and learn to embrace my physical attributes. After all, my little blondie may grow to have my wild, crazy hair and if she does, I don’t want her walking around with my echos of hair hate bellowing through her ears.

So in an attempt to work WITH my hair, I tried something new. (This experiment is thanks, in large part, to my pixie styled friend Erin who lent me her treasure trove of no longer needed hair clips and do-dads.)

I twisted my wet hair into a five million little twisted sections and wore it all day letting it air dry. (I actually got a ton of compliments on that style. Who would guess that?)

Then later that evening I pulled them all out, tossled my hair with my hands and got the thickest nest of crazy hair ever. I was like, “Oh God, what have I done?”

So I grabbed it all, shoved it on the top of my head and started pinching tiny clips into a bun at the top of my head until I got the end result. Wallah! Hair that would make Marge Simpson jealous.

So I’m embracing the crazy curls pinned on top my head lately. You like? Or should I unearth the straightening iron again?

Oh and I realize that Jocelyn, or heck, even Miles, might still hate their hair when they are sixteen. If they do, I want it to be their own dislike, not something they learned from me. (They will learn plenty of other bad habits!)

It’s been a weird week of dodging John’s flu (so far the kids and I are unscathed. Crossing fingers!) and preparing for everything fall brings. Needless to say, my hair hasn’t been the only crazy thing around here!