No Whining Allowed

I am thinking that I must have stated in the “About Capri Kel” column that I love to read. At certain times during the year I am able to read more than others. This is the time of year that I read the least. Probably because BSF (the Bible Study) is in full swing and that requires some time, and another factor could be because there is usually a lot of television going on . Of course, this year , the writers strike has thrown off our groove. For some reason though, I have still not read much. Nothing captured my attention.

So I was very excited to receive this as a Christmas present from my friend the Saint (aka Lucy’s Mama). She had told me about it in November and it reminded me of a conversation I had with the mother of one of Ab-Cats many  roommates when she was in the hospital this summer. She was also a hairdresser and commented on Ab’s beautiful curls.  Now I don’t know how she could have known too much about what her hair looked like , cause it was in two Pippi Longstocking braids for the entire two weeks we were there, but she proceeded to call her a “Curly Girl ” and told her to stop washing her hair with shampoo. I was completely  not buying a word she said. Fast forward several months and here is Saint talking about the exact same thing! But she explained it better. And in more detail. And it sounded more interesting. It didn’t make me scratch my head.

It is an unusual concept. But upon reading it, I understand where she is coming from and I have talked the Ab-Cat into into giving it a whirl. And let me tell you, talking that girl into anything  concerning her hair is a major accomplishment. The author really encourages her readers to accept their curls (I am always telling her to make friends with her hair!) and find out how to make them look the best that they can. With lots of conditioning. And no shampoo. And NEVER brushing.  She also has a good idea to cut the curls at the top of each “C” .  The author has seriously embraced her inner Curly Girl. I’ll let you know how this works out. I know you can hardly wait. Thanks Saint, it gave me a lot to think about!