Hair-Dos

My middle sister's hair always looks perfect. She has the kind of hair that is thick and has a lot of body. She can do all the latest styles and it looks great. It is not at all like mine which is very fine, thin and straight. I wouldn't say that I'm jealous of her because of her hair, but I do think it would be nice to have hair that has a little more body than mine does. And I'm not sure she needs ALL that hair, but that's the way it is.

The other day I knew she was upset because she had to change her hair appointment. The appointments are very important to her. I thought I remembered which day she was rescheduled to go. "Thought" is the important word here. We had planned to go to lunch together with our other sister on the day I "thought" she was to go. That morning I asked her what time her appointment was, because I didn't want our lunch to interfere with her appointment.

She gave me the look and said, "It was yesterday." My younger sister, bless her heart, could hardly contain her laughter. In fact, I don't think she did. Of course, nothing I could say at that point was going to make any difference. I was beginning to hyperventilate... She took it somewhat well, and we had a good time at lunch.

In my defense, her hair always looks nice. I can never tell when she needs to have it done. And I realize the reason for that is because she does have it done regularly, unlike myself who waits until it looks like a train wreck before I make an appointment. And then I have to wait a while before I can get in, which means by the time I do get in, I am an embarrassment to women everywhere.

But I have learned a valuable lesson. I'm just leaving the hair issues alone. Unless I can see that someone has had a drastic change in her hair style, I'm not mentioning the hair. Maybe this experience with my sister, whom I think still loves me, has taught me to watch the hair-do comments. Maybe....