To my loving curler. My favorite, most used, slightly abused, friend. I remember exactly when you came into my life. Black Friday. Two years ago. And ever since we were inseparable. You were my number one travel buddy from vacationing with my girlfriends or business trips and the best escort a girl could have from weddings to birthday galores and all my homebody PJ parties. We basically started every night together. Almost every morning too… I admit, things got pretty hot with us at one point. I’m sure you got jealous when Harry came into my life but it was you who never failed to burn me…but deep down, you knew that you were my number one, always and forever
This morning things were different. I felt it. You – with all your might – wouldn’t turn on. You were cold. I hit you a couple times to bring you back. Even tried twisting your wire in weird little directions but the battle between me and the the blue light was a lost one from the start. This caused panic, then some denial followed by anger…I’m almost sure I called you a POS. Ya, sorry about that part.
Farewell curler. Enjoy little hair heaven and say hi to Joan Rivers for me. And don’t you worry, I’ll think of you often. The days without you won’t be the same… I may even have to settle for rollers.
Natural curls for now (and totes taking recommendations on new curling products),