9-8-08...I IRONED MY HAIR
I have curly hair and I've always hated it. Never could do anything with it. When everyone started wearing long pony tails I couldn't wear one. My very curly hair would just squirm out of the band I used to hold it. We heard about some girls ironing their hair and making it perfectly straight. I wantd that for mine so of course I drafted Brenda's help. We heated the iron and I put my hair over the board and she started ironing. Seemed to be working too but all at once she touched my ear with the hot iron and I squealed bringing Mama running. WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TWO DOING SHE HOLLERED. Mama I want my hair to be straight I said. No you sure do not Mama said. But Mama, No Buts put that iron up. Oh my gosh Brenda look at this, I have one streak of straight hair. I can't leave it like this. We have to get the rest done. Well if at first you don't succeed, try, try, again. Aint that what Grandma always said? Sure was. Were'a goin' to Brenda's Mama. Ok behave yourselves your Auntie don't feel good today. Oh yeaw, we knew that. Brenda had done told me her Mama was sleeping. Yep. Now we wouldn't be interupted while we finished our ironing. YEP!! We went in and stayed very quiet. Got the iron and set up the board. Brenda turn it up all the way so it will work faster. Well those ol' irons got very hot. VERY VERY HOT! When it heated up I laid down my hair again and Brenda went to work. Now Brenda don't touch my ear this time, be more careful. Shut up Clydene, we have to be quiet. Well you'd sure better not burn me again. Clydene be still or I will. Brenda hurry up I can't stand this way all day. Shut up! You shut up! There I stood slightly bent with my hair draped over that board. Turn your head over the other way. When I turned my head my hair from the other side dropped down over my eyes and nose. Brenda I smell smoke. No you don't Clydene shut up. Brenda my hair is in my face and it tickles and it stinks. (I can almost smell it now) We were beginning to get loud and I was squirmin'. Brenda touched my cheek with the iron and I kicked out and hit her on the ankle, she jerked and burned my hand with the iron and the race was on, the jig got jagged, and two girls hit the floor kicking and scratchin' and screamin'. My Auntie ran in and said what is burning. OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE WORLD, WHAT ARE YOU BURNIN'. Nothin' Auntie/Mama we yelped. Auntie jerked us up and got a look at me and socked my head down in a bucket of water. I come up splutterin and cryin'. My face ear and hand hurt and when I reached to wipe the wet hair outta' my face a big hunk of hair came right out in my hand. Seems my hair had almost started flamin' and probably would'a if Auntie hadn'ta almost drowned me. Mama cried when she saw my hair then she absolutely blistered my butt till it burned as bad as my face. Brenda got a spankin' too though I really didn't figure she shoulda' cause it was my idea and my hair. We were 12 at the time and thought we knew everything. Everybody else was doing it so why couldn't we> HUH WHY!!? My hair was cut almost like a boys hair so I sure didn't wear a pony tail for a while. In fact I never could wear a pony tail. My hair is still curly and frizzy and I have learned to deal with it. Sure don't want my hair ironed again. NOPE, and I sure nuff' don't want Brenda ironing it. NO WAY NO HOW NOPE!!!
