Redken. Fifth Avenue. Extreme
When I was born bald, bald was not beautiful. I was not there but it was reported to me that I was bald—and since I had a huge yellow head that was the source of some angst for my beautiful full-head of red curly haired mother.
Later, when I had hair it was not red and it was not curly…in the sense that curly was cute them, like Shirley Temple curly…the curls they named after her. I was five when she was five. I was cute and she was cute but no one was as cute as Shirley Temple: they made movies about how cute she was.
I guess I rolled off the bassinette competing and feeling less than and therefore I had to do more, be more, know more…in order to earn my “right” to breathe air and take up space on this planet. I don’t think anyone told me that…my excellent deductive reasoning skills figured that out for me… at age five.
Today I spent twenty minutes on my hair. The rest of the week I will spend twenty minutes…total…over six days.
I love my hair today. I have not always loved my hair, but then, I have not always loved a lot that had to do with me. The five decades plus love hate relationship with my hair—relationship with my hair!—is too fluffy for one blog especially today.
But now that I can spend 40 minutes a week and love my curly hair, I want to share what makes me happy today. Redken Fifth Avenue Extreme is the line of hair care—sorry, it is an unpaid commercial endorsement and I am shameless about it! J--that I am using now. It is unbelievably easy three steps two of which occur in the shower. Shampoo. Condition. And after barely toweling dry and finger combing my curls, apply Extreme Anti-Snap. I don’t know what it is nor do I care. It works! And today, my hair makes me happy!
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