This is an old post that really sums up Suz from the age of 6 to 17; nothing went as planned and I couldn’t ever just be the cool chick.
It was going to be a big day for me; 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 ceremony. I ran the bath and 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 Suz.
I dressed in my new terry cloth striped dress; it was so pretty AND fashionable.
A few spritzes of my Loves Baby Soft around my neck and wrist; I am really something.
I got out the blow dryer and my round brush; watch out Farah Fawcett.
I dried some more.
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 the heck kind of negative hair magic was happening?
It was go-time now; greased lightning we’ve got to head out the door.
Apparently you should not soak your hair in Jean Nate’ bath oil.
Something I wish my Mom had told me.
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.
You know how on Facebook you can leave a comment with a picture? I wish Blogger would let ya’ll do that here so we can compare awkward teenage pictures.
Happy Valentine’s day. XO