Monday nights are typically one of my self-love nights. This includes a face scrub and mask along with a glass of wine if I have any leftover from the weekend. It’s a fresh start to the week and I love taking the time to love myself. I did this last night minus the wine and for whatever reason I started cleaning my bathroom and organizing the hallway storage closet as my scrub and mask dried. Actually, I know the reason. I have a hard time relaxing and doing nothing. I get anxious thinking of the things I need to do, so I keep myself busy.
During my cleaning, I found hot rollers that I haven’t used in forever. I decided to get rid of them, but not before it sparked a happy memory with my mother.
While I look identical to my mother, color wise we are polar opposites. She has almost black curly hair, brown eyes and darker skin than me. I definitely got my straight blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin from my father. When I lived with my mother I always wanted curly hair like hers. While sitting in her lap, I’d take a strand of my blonde hair and weave it into her black curly hair. I loved the contrast of our hair laced together. Even how they felt, my soft hair against her more coarse hair.
I badly wanted curly hair that at night, after bathing, my mother rolled pink foam curlers into my hair before bed. Any of my ladies remember them? They were not fun to sleep in since they pinched your head and left you with kinks in your neck from the awkward sleeping angles. My hair was (and is) stubbornly straight so these worked best when I was young. I’d wake up looking like Shirley Temple and a blonde version of my mother. I loved it.
I thought I’d share a happy memory I had while living with my mother because it wasn’t all bad, all the time.
Current face mask and scrub rotation