It was going to be a big day. My graduation from 7th grade. Next year, I would be in high school. With the big fish.
I was done with my awkwardness, I was going to emerge a beautiful butterfly.
I decided to take my time and beautify myself before the graduation.
I ran the bath…I even added some of the Jean Nate’ bath oil that my Grandma loved so much.
I soaked. I soaked. And then I soaked some more.
Finally, it was time to dress and dry my hair. No time to lose now.
I dressed in my new terry cloth striped dress. It was so pretty.
A few spritzes of my Loves Baby Soft…I am really something.
I got out the blow dryer and my round brush. Watch out Farah Fawcett.
My hair was not really drying.
So then I got out my fancy dancy curling iron.
My hair still seemed kind of wet. Oily.
What could I do? It was time to go.
Apparently you should not soak your hair in Jean Nate’ bath oil. Lesson learned.
greasy gross mess.
And for me, this really was just the beginning of my awkward years…things would get much worse before they got better.