It seems like now that I'm not vacation I have time to remember my dreams. I woke up this morning remembering a crazy one I had last night.
In it, I was using an amazing curling iron. I have thick hair that has a life and opinion of its own. There are times when it refuses to be curly and will only lay straight and flat. Other times, depending on its mood, it will only be curly, and usually in all the wrong directions.
As a child, I dreamed of having a full set of ringlets. Last night while I was sleeping, my childhood dreams came true. I had a curling iron that created perfect ringlet after perfect ringlet. I was able to run my fingers through the perfect soft curls. And they stayed. They didn't fall and become a mass of waves.
The only catch was how this amazing curly iron worked. It looked like a regular curling iron, but inside the barrel was a BBQ flame. I can't remember how the flame was fed, whether there was a line to a propane tank or one of those small green bottles attached right to the iron. Either way, there was the same "wooshing" noise that a BBQ makes. And then there was the thrill of creating beautiful curls, but risking lighting my whole head on fire. I was living on the edge I tell you!
Now I'm obsessed with curling my hair. I have to promise myself not to enter London Drugs. If I do, I will certainly walk out with a curling iron, a set of hot rollers, a diffuser and an assortment of curling product.