#18 — Learn how to do my daughter’s hair

by Rebecca on April 24, 2012

When I turned 29, I decided I needed to step out of my comfort zone and do things that give me the heebie jeebies.  I made a very long list of 30 awful things to do before I turn 30.  It hasn’t been the funnest experience going through (or more correctly: avoiding) the list, but I’m determined to finish every last item on that wretched list.

Item #18 — Learn how to do my daughter’s hair –  is getting a big, fat check mark next to it, because… well…

SHAZAM!

Most days, my daughter is lucky to get a flower pinned in her (always down, never up) hair.  I’ve never been good at doing hair, and quite frankly, it terrifies me.

But for better or worse, I did not hire somebody to do my daughter’s short, ofttimes wispy hair for her dance pictures.  Not only did I do it myself, I figured out how to do it myself.  Ok, ok, my hairdresser friend had already shown me a similar technique to use for last year’s dance recital.  And ok, ok, I copied the similar (but somewhat different!) technique from her daughter’s immaculate hair.  But I copied it without needing any hands-on instruction — so that goes down in my book as a big, fat accomplishment!  Plus, there was a tiara involved, people!  A tiara!

I know it isn’t perfect (and you’re not seeing the back of her hair — that train wreck certainly did not need to be recorded for posterity), but I’m feeling pretty darn proud of myself for at least moderately accomplishing something that was awful, scary, horrible and completely out of my comfort zone.

Now that I can check something off my list, I won’t feel so bad as I go back to avoiding that horrible idea.

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