Inside Lane

Troll Princess

I tried to do a hair mask, last night, to disastrous result.  By disastrous, I mean that when I got up to wash my hair, this morning, I couldn’t wash out the oil from the mask.  I looked like I had soaked my head in Crisco overnight.  I couldn’t wash it four, or five more times and still get the child to school before lunch, so I used half a can of dry shampoo and called it a loss.

This means, my hair looked terrible at work today.

When it rains, it pours.  My skin looked terrible, too.  Bad hair.  Bad skin.  Just an overall feeling of looking like my neck had thrown up, and I wasn’t very happy about it.

Halfway through the day, a father came in with his little girl.  They were both having a rough time with each other, so I went over to engage the child while the adult did business. 

She was sugared up, but delightful conversation if you like talking about pink clothes, Frozen, and sparkle-shoes–which, I do.  We talked about how she had on all pink, but I was only wearing black.  Then, she reached over and touched my necklace and said, “You have gold, too.”  

I agreed, and she reached out and touched my earring.  “Gold there, too.”

I said yes, I had on gold jewelry.  Then, she reached over and took a lock of my hair and said, “And here.  The prettiest gold.  You have hair like a princess.  And your blue eyes.  You are just like a princess.”

Then, she grabbed me and hugged me, and asked if I’d like to hear her sing.  Yes.  The answer was yes.

She sang to me, then her father collected her.  I went back to my desk as they walked out the door.  So, it was a pretty big surprise to be nearly knocked off my feet when arms went around my thighs a minute later.  They had come back in so she could “hug the princess” again.

I still think I looked like an ogre all day, but, man…that little girl certainly made me feel special.  And made me feel a lot better about my hair.

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