Hair OR Things I don't know how to do

I was once told I was "blessed" with hair "como India." Until my teen hair experimentation years (dyeing and bleaching) my hair was blacker than black, thick, and so straight that it resisted most styling and rarely tangled. My hair could be, unlike the hair of many of my friends, combed when wet, then air dried, and look lovely. I didn't even really learn how to use a blow-dryer til I was well into my adult years. Curling irons and round brushes are still something of a mystery to me.

Fast forward to now. My hair, due to hormones and the previously mentioned chemical treatments is no longer as straight, nor as dark. There's a little wave in it that occasionally panicks me, but I mostly still wash, comb wet with a little product, then air dry.

And then there's Animalia. Her hair. Her fine, reddish brown, curly hair. I didn't need to bother with it for awhile. She was pretty bald for awhile, with a few tiny curls. Recently, though, her hair has come in full force, lots of it, lots of curls. I figured it out though. Her hair regimen. Earth's Best shampoo is great, I discovered with much trial and error. Then comb out tangles when wet. Then air dry, with some anti-frizz hair serum. Then pin bangs back with barette. If this is followed exactly, her barette can come out and her hair stays mostly out of her face, the back bouncing into little ringlets. If it isn't-- well, we have a frizzy, crazy, staticky mess. A bird's nest that looks crazy and disheveled and dirty, even when it's sparkling clean.

This is my penance for my many years of negligent hair care.