Today we’re going to talk about how to do the Curly Girl Method to care for your curly hair the easy way.
Sure, there are tons of tutorials out there, but why waste your time?
In this post, I’m going to tell you about the Curly Girl Method, what products to avoid, what to get instead, and my simple five-step process so you can manage your curls and look great.
Ready? Let’s jump in.
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For a few years now, my crafty daughter and I have wanted to make a haunted dollhouse as a Halloween decoration/craft project.
I’m not particularly crafty myself, but we had already made some adorable dollhouses out of vintage suitcases, so we had a few tricks up our sleeves!
But as ready as we were to go on this project, we just couldn’t find an inexpensive dollhouse. I mean, we’re cheap. Like, really cheap.
So two years went by.
Then about a month ago, I was wandering through Goodwill as one does, and this cute house popped out at me. It had been scribbled on with markers, but it was stable, the right size, and most important of all, it was $9.99.
Yes, $9.99.
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Let’s talk about the best things to buy at Costco, and the best things to avoid.
You’ve seen those families who are pushing two carts full of food and household products through the big box store, right?
They must buy everything at Costco, assuming they’re getting the best price. But unless you want to spend most of your paycheck on stocking your fridge, it’s better to go in prepared.
I mean, unless you like spending a whole lotta money.
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Late at night, when the kids are finally asleep, the lights are dimmed, the phone is off, the dishwasher is humming, the doors are locked, and I’m in bed with my husband, he whispers an insecure, anxious thought:
“You only love me for my body.” He gulps. Are those tears he’s blinking back?
“Oh, stop wiggling and get over here!” I demand. I move closer.
“No! I’m more than just a hot body, you know!” He hugs a pillow to his chest and effectively blocks my embrace.
“No, you’re not. Quit fighting and give in!”
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For prayers to be inspiring, it’s important to use guidelines, especially for any recent converts. Oh sure, it may SEEM like prayer is a simple thing between you and God, but honestly, it’s quite complicated to perform it correctly.
And I do mean perform.
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Women have something in them that fools them into thinking they are Super Woman. Well, for me it’s Wonder Woman (I even had the Underoos to prove it. And the aluminum foil bracelets. And the crown). So, when I get sick, I live in total denial for several days.
“I’m fine,” I croak, crankily.
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Once upon a time there lived a boy and a girl.
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This is a classic from the email newsletter archives. You should subscribe if this is your jam.
Once upon a time, I was sleeping on my little sissy’s couch. It was either that or snuggle with her in bed and since her son was still nursing, I was afraid of awkward encounters of the midnight snacking variety. Anyway, I awoke to the sound:
Click…click…rattle…rattle.
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The plane was unharmed, or at least not any more harmed than it had been before the unfortunate fall to the concrete beneath the tree. Jack blew on it with relief, dislodging a leaf from a wheel, and then spit on it to rub out an especially dirty spot on the intact wing.
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1917
Lottie,
I know the War Office will have contacted you by now (I also know receiving communication from them must fill you with anxious trepidation: I am so sorry to be the cause of that), and you will have been told that I am back where I should be. Safe and returned to duty.
They tell me I spent several days recovering at the hands of a beautiful war nurse (I am only kidding and testing if you are paying attention. In truth, she was shaped like an elephant and had a thicker mustache than I) but knowing the war to be coming a close, I chose to finish my post rather than come home to you just yet. I hope you aren’t angry, though you know how are adorable I find you when you are angry.
I have been transferred to the Rifle Brigade 10th Battalion BEF for now. I think they are leery of giving me a plane since I rather annihilated the last one. Being on the ground is no place for me though: I march through the mud and muck with stomping feet and scowl at everyone I see.
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