Mum is in mourning today. She got up, had a shower and washed her luscious locks. Then she went to turn her GHDs on. No go - no red light, no beep beep to say they were ready. Tears were close, as mum pondered having to go al natural all day. She has wavy hair with big cowlicks, that go in all different directions. Due to short arms her hair drying skills are minimal as well.
Luckily she had a chance to pop into town and visit her hairdressers. The receptionist was a good help in explaining all the types of hair straighteners they had on offer. Who knew there were so many variaties? She was a good salesperson, and told mum not to buy the most expensive ones, the middle range ones were just as good. She was even kind enough to compliment mum on her natural curls when mum was feeling old and dowdy. Mum doesn't ever fully straighten her hair, but a quick five minute go over, helps the do to settle in one tidy spot for the day.
Mum says it was the icing on top of a not so good day today. But she managed to turn that frown upside down once she saw this: