I was doing my hair the other day when my curling iron broke. Even though I wear my hair straight, I use one of those big-barreled curling irons to give me some body. And to get all my hair going in basically one direction. I have cowlicks. Year ago, in my college Art class, we were drawing the human figure, and the teacher described drawing hair like this:
Sometimes hair is a solid silky sheet and it reflects the light. Curly hair lets the light through it. And then you have hair like Nancy’s where every single strand has its own direction.
So I was bending my hair into submission, and the curling iron gave up. This has happened about once a year for the past twelve years.
The clamp that clamps won’t clamp. The hinge has become unhinged.
My husband got so aggravated at this recurring aggravation that one…
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