The 80's Called....

They want their hair back.

I've gone curly.  Big curly.  What?  You didn't know I had curly hair?!  That's because I've been straightening it for at least 8 years!  I'm trying to embrace what the Lord has given me and trying to accept it as a blessing.  Which means, fighting the frizz, taming the unruly, disciplining the tresses, and calming the disoriented locks. 

It doesn't help that my children notice a vast change, although perhaps not a great improvement.
Oldest dd:  Mom, what's up with your hair?  Is your Chi broken?"
Me: No, I'm trying to embrace my natural curly girl.
Oldest dd: Not really working out for you too well, huh?

Soooooo, if you see someone that looks like she just escaped from 1985, but has a face similar to mine, just know, it's probably me.  Maybe I should wear a name badge for awhile.  Or maybe the seven children trailing behind me would be a giveaway....