Today, I thought I'd introduce you to one of my sisters, Sarah. Graceful, smart and beautiful.
I grew up in a house of 'girly-girls' girls - barbies were always everywhere, we had every color of nail polish in the rainbow, and in my very first school picture, my bangs were teased and curled. (Imagine a preschooler with bangs bigger than her head). Nevertheless, one of my most favorite Playschool playsets as a kid was a mock beauty salon station (go figure, right?). It was the bee's knees, complete with brushes, combs, make-believe makeup, and even a wind-up blowdryer. And who were my "clients?" My sisters, of course!
Well, I guess some things never change because during a recent visit home, with a brand new curling iron, just waiting to be tested out, who was my test subject? My sister. She had just walked in the door from a long day's work, but even so, she was willing to sit through an updo at ten o'clock at night. Because that's what sisters are for, right?
And so, as I curled and pinned, we gabbed and chatted away, and the photo above is what I came up with. Yes, friends, the test run of the new curling iron proved successful!