About eight or nine years ago, my parents decided to move to the Isle of Bute, in Scotlad, and they took my (not so) little brother with them. It’s not as awful as it sounds, mainly because we get to lap up views like this:
This is taken from their upstairs front window at Ardencraig House Apartments. Lucky them. My sister and I packed up the car, the cat, the dog and the three rabbits, and we headed north, way up north for Scotland. After missing the penultimate ferry (and we definitely didn’t miss it because we stopped at Burger King… honest), we luckily caught the last one, to the Isle of Bute, their home.
The weekend consisted of eating, drinking and dog walking, and then eating again – but mainly, I transformed my sister into a human doll. Make up, nails, hair, you name it, I did it.
What I was mostly looking forward to however, was – pin-curling my new winter hair: RED! I rough dried my hair and left it slightly damp, then twirled little sections to my head, and secured with a pin, and repeated until all my hair was neatly pinned up! Then, to stop the pins from snagging on my pillow in the night, I protected it with a head scarf (plus, my hair was only dyed the day before, and I was scared my damp hair would stain the pure white pillow) I had a few wines with my Mum and sister, then got my (pin) head down and had huge sleep! In the morning I took all the pins out, combed through it with my fingers (a lot! It was pretty massive), and hey presto! Super curly hair.