Favorite Friday

About a year ago I had a chunk of hair that suddenly went curly...very curly! I'm talking, super tight, Afro style, curly. It was the weirdest thing. I tried to use a flat iron on it, hair wax, curling iron, oil, and about 10 other things, but nothing seemed to help. I told my Friend that does hair about it, and she recommended this blessed product to me.

 It was love at first try. It's called "it's a 10"

It says on the front "miracle leave-in product", and it's not a kidden. I use this stuff every day after I take a bath, I spray it on while my hair is still wet, and it works it's magic. "it's a 10" can help with:

repairing dry, damaged hair.

Adds shine.

tangles.

controls frizz.

seals and protects hair color.

prevents split ends.

stops hair breakage.

creates silkiness.

enhances natural body.

flat iron spray & thermal protector.

I don't get any kind of kick back or anything if you  buy this stuff, I just thought you might enjoy having luscious locks:)

Happy Friday.

Today is picture day for Layla at preschool.

I had 3 outfit choices out for her to choose from...and none of them were the right one.

She kindly informed me that she already knew what she wanted to wear today, so I dressed her in the one she picked herself.

She wanted to wear her brown uggs, but she didn't like the way her jeans felt in her boots, so she had to change into a skirt.

 Then her shirt didn't look right to her with the skirt, so she had to change her shirt too.

But, she didn't want to wear a brown shirt with a purple flower in her hair, so we re-fixed her hair.

Then, apparently, the whole outfit wasn't what she had envisioned herself in, or something, so we worked through that.

Eventually, Layla went off to preschool wearing pre-selected outfit #3.

ahhhhhh! What are we in for with this one?  I love her to death, but really?!?! I mean, come on. Isn't that just way too much worry coming from a 4 year old? Most days she couldn't care less what she is wearing, but maybe she had somebody to impress today;) I didn't think about that.

It takes me back to when I was a girl, probably about 4 now that I think of it. My Mom was going to lunch with the Aunties, and she invited me to come along. I was so excited! I usually never got to go to  lunch with the Moms, so that was a pretty dang big deal. Mom told me I needed to hurry and get dressed so we could go, so I ran to my room, and yanked my drawer out.

All of the sudden, all my shirts just looked so CUTE (the opposite problem then I have now), and I just couldn't pick one.....so I picked 6. I came running out to the horn beeping car, with all six of my favorite shirts on. One on top of the other, and the other, and the other, and so on.

Mom looked at me and smiled. She said "wow susie, those sure are cute shirts you have", and off we went.

I love that she gave me the freedom to wear 6 shirts to lunch with the aunties, even though I often looked like a little orphane child, I always felt loved. So, it seems now, that's really the most important thing isn't it? Just to make sure my little angel always feels my love.