Brittany, age 17.
Day 17 Festivities: Getting my hair did
My friend Liz asked me if she could straighten my hair for one of my thirty day celebrations. Of course I said yes! She likes doing hair and I like getting my hair done, so it was the perfect combination. Plus, it's been years since I straightened my hair and I was in the mood for a temporary change.
Liz did a great job with loose curls and a side pinup with a darling barrett. The reviews at work were mixed - some loved it straight and some couldn't get passed the usual curls. Wyatt told me I am his "straight-haired stranger." I personally liked it for the day. Thanks LIz!
Liz did a great job with loose curls and a side pinup with a darling barrett. The reviews at work were mixed - some loved it straight and some couldn't get passed the usual curls. Wyatt told me I am his "straight-haired stranger." I personally liked it for the day. Thanks LIz!
cheesy piano pose
Something about me: I took piano lessons for seven years, yet you'd never know it. My favorite part was my weekly visits with my piano teacher, since she was like an adopted grandma to me. I cried the day she told me that maybe I should stop taking lessons since I wasn't progressing. Not because I wouldn't be taking lessons but because I'd no longer see her every week. I have finally come to that all-too-familiar feeling, regret. I wish I would've put more effort into practicing. At least I still know how to play "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" by heart!
4 comments:
Aaaaahhh! The fine line between making your child continue with lessons when she really doesn't want to do the required practicing--and letting her quit because the whole situation feels like I am a parental tyrant expecting practice for the investment in time and money I made for my child to learn how to play the piano well enough to sit down and plunk out a FEW songs.
Ah, me. If my mother had not insisted I continue when my dad said--many times--for me to quit, I would be in the "regret" phase of that part of my life, too. But, my mother was determined to have ONE of her children play--and since I was the last, she pinned all her hopes on me. I am a plugger. But, I can play.
You'll get over the regret some day, I am sure, Britty.
Love, Momma
PS I LOVE this picture--such a delightful image of a wonderful person. Your whole face lights up when you smiled in this picture.
Yeeeaaahhhh! I made it onto your blog. That's really why I wanted to do your hair. But I had such a great time--thanks for letting me be a part of your celebration! Seriously, anytime you want your hair done I'd love to do it. We can try a different style or something next time!
Great way to celebrate! Nothing better than getting your hair did.
member that time you came to utah and got your hair cut and you were so sad? i do.
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