Hair envy & bad perms

I often say I fell in love with my husband's hair before I got to know him.  My dad is bald, my grandfathers and uncles are bald and my brother always knew growing up that he would be bald too.   

My own hair is very unspectacular.  On the thin side, fine and dead straight.  Dead, dead straight. I have spent a fortune buying products which promise 'body' before realising that short of a hair transplant, my hair is never going to come alive the way I would like it to. Let us not speak of the perms I had in the 90s trying to achieve my hair dream. I must destroy all of those photos at my parent's house one day.

My 90s perm twin. I asked for it to look 'natural'. Do you think people realised my hair wasn't really curly? (source)

My husband's hair on the other hand? Oh so gorgeous. It is thick and curly and always looks fantastic.  He barely has to use and product and spends about 5 seconds doing it before heading into the office every morning.  Even the grey hair he has gotten looks fine and doesn't detract from the pretty.

Thankfully my girls have been lucky in the hair department and inherited his pretty hair genes. Their hair is curly but not too curly.  It has that perfect wavy, bed head look that tonnes of people (myself included) would kill for.

At the moment Miss V is sporting the most awesome hair that I have ever seen.   The humidity we've been having in Sydney is doing wonderful things to her mane & her curls are out in force. Jealousy is a curse. Even more so when the person you are jealous of is somebody you gave birth to.

Her hair seriously looks like this today, only prettier. Sigh. (source)