Posted by Danny
The last few years of her life, Lisa had her hair done by a guy named Chris. She said he could work wonders. I remember her coming home and me saying “How’d he make your hair look like that?” Looking back on it, I can see how that might have come across as your hair doesn’t usually look that great, although that is not necessarily what I meant. He could just take an A and make it an A+!
One time she left home with fairly big hair. When she returned, it was short and straight. Again I questioned, “Are you wearing a wig?”
“How’d he do that?”
“He put some expensive product in my hair and took a big round brush and blew dry it straight.”
“Can you do that?”
“Not like him.”
“Could I help you?”
“Seriously? You’re going to do my hair?”
She never took me up on my offer and I actually preferred her hair more flowy, but the change was nice for a while.
Last week Stephanie’s Nana took her to get a haircut. They decided to go with a shorter look and it is really, really cute. It’s sort of “stacked” on the back and drapes longer in the front.
But a strange thing happened one day about a week later. On this particular day, the top layer of her hair seemed to rebel. It grew bigger and didn’t seem to be in sync with the bottom layer.
I’m not really sure what happened, and it didn’t seem to be a consistent phenomena. My hair and Jesse’s hair seems to be fairly consistent. It looks the same at 8 am and at 8 pm. Our hair is similar in winter, spring, summer and fall – rain, sleet or snow. But the girls’ hair has personality; sort of moody, like a child.
DJ told me that if she brushed her hair when it was in curly mode she’d look like a lion. I haven’t seen that but I’d like to.
As I ran my fingers through Stephanie’s disobedient hair, the thought of Chris and his round hairbrush came to mind.
“Steph, we’re gonna try something. Do we have a hair dryer?”
“What are you doing dad?”
“Just trust me.”
“With my hair?”
“DJ! Do you have that stuff to make your hair calm?”
“I think I’m out.”
“Well look. We’re trying an experiment on Stephanie’s hair.”
“As long as it’s hers.”
“Do you have a round brush?”
I collected my tools and we headed to the bathroom. I scooped out some hair goop.
“That stuff makes my hair stiff,” Stephanie complained.
“It’s magic baby. Magic!”
After just 10 minutes, her hair was dry and every strand was in place. She went to bed and I held my breath: what would tomorrow bring?
When she woke, to our amazement, her hair was calm, cool and collected – following all of the rules. No frizz in sight! The top layer embracing the bottom layer is if they were identical twins.
Where ever you are Chris, I thank you! Another tool in our toolbox if needed.