So that night I cut my t-shirt strips nice and big, since they said "for bigger curls, use a wider strip of fabric." I barely dampened my hair to assure that it would be dry by morning. I locked myself in the bathroom and got to rollin'. I made 6 sections and rolled them "loosely" yet tight enough to stay tied until morning while I slept.
The next day I woke up excited to see how it looked. I untied the "rollers", looked in the mirror and froze...There I was with kinky, tight curls. There was no helping them. I separated the curls. I brushed the curls...no luck. It was awful! What was I going to do?! I had to be at work in 30minutes...no time to shower, no time to wash and dry it now. My fix? A ponytail. That's right, a giant, curly ponytail that you could see from the front!
So my glamourous hair turned into a glamour oops, but was somewhat salvaged. My coworkers loved the big curly ponytail...me, not so much. I felt like I had been at a show choir contest and had put my hair up for the bus ride home.
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