Yesterday I decided (in my moment of boredom) that I was going to put my hair into pin curls so I’d have crazy curly hair today. For those of you who don’t know what pin curls are….I simply take a curling iron to small sections of my hair, then keep the curl in it’s spiral form, flatten it to my head with a bobby pin and leave it in overnight.
By the time I wake up the next morning, all I have to do is remove the bobby pins and I’m ready for the day with SUPER curly hair. I used to do this all the time during my cheerleading years because it would give me the best, bounciest curls for Friday night games. :)
Apparently I haven’t done it in the last three years because Bennett walked into the bathroom last night while I was in the middle of everything and I got this remark, “Well….that’s a different hairstyle.” Haha.
It was seriously in the nicest way possible for him to tell me that my hair looked ridiculous, but that was simply because it was pinned to my head so much it made me look almost like I had a short-short haircut. He said it in the SWEETEST tone too….almost to the point that I believed he liked it. When I laughed at him and explained that it’s not the end result, he looked relieved.
The problem I have with this is that it makes me wonder how many times in the last three years we’ve been together that I’ve done something with my hair or worn an outfit that Bennett thought was plain awful but he said something nice about it. Every time we leave the house am I now going to have to drag the truth out of this kid?? I’m sure most women would kill for the unconditional love and support I get from Bennett….yet when it comes to these topics, I’d rather have the truth. I don’t want to look like a fool and be completely unaware. :)