Brynna just got done watching me, with both fascination and concern, as I schmeared mayonnaise through my hair. (I strongly dislike mayo...taste, smell, feel...so this is taking one for the team. And by team I mean every strand of hair on my head.) Supposedly mayonnaise is supposed to be really good for your hair. And since I am trying to grow out a little length, but also am in the habit of using the blow dryer and flat iron on my hair most days, my ends have started getting to be a little too dry. And as we know, there is no point in having long hair if it looks like wisps of dry, crunchy hay. (I have a visual in my head right now of the horses we were feeding at the barn on Thursday. Noisily crunching and munching on the handfuls of hay the Littles and I were feeding them while the Biggles were having their riding lessons. Yeah....not so interested in having that adorn my face.) So as a result of dreaming of long, silky, luxurious locks I have resorted to ridiculous behavior, like lathering myself in condiments. If you run in to me later looking like a greaseball or smelling like a macaroni salad, I am placing full blame on Pinterest for this one!
P.S. In case you were wondering, here is a Young Crew vocab lesson for you. "Littles" = Lauryn and Devyn, my younger two. And as you may have guessed "Biggles" = Maryn and Brynna, my older two.
P.S. In case you were wondering, here is a Young Crew vocab lesson for you. "Littles" = Lauryn and Devyn, my younger two. And as you may have guessed "Biggles" = Maryn and Brynna, my older two.