Here’s a tip from me to you. Should you happen to buy a waver, one of those three-barreled curling irons that gives your hair wave instead of spiral curls, and should you find yourself so giddy from the look it gives your hair that you dance around and swing your head around rock-star style and otherwise act a fool, be careful around whom you engage in this behavior. And, whatever you do, don’t do it in front of my daughter, because she captures photographic evidence surreptitiously when you think she’s checking her Instagram account.
Yes, there was dancing. Yes, there was singing. And, yes, there was a whole lot of fabulosity. This is me sober but drunk on the power of waves in my hair:[su_custom_gallery source=”media: 3009,3008,3007″ limit=”3″ width=”400″ height=”600″] [su_custom_gallery source=”media: 3013,3016,3015,3014,3012″ limit=”5″ width=”400″ height=”600″ title=”never”]