This post needs no introduction.  Even if it did, I’m not sure I could stop laughing long enough to get it down.  Just read it and you’ll see why…


HI! I’m LCW from Waking Up Williams and since Kristin and her girls are busy loading the UHaul for their big move I’m stopping by to leave you readers jealous and swooning over banana curls.  And since I can’t put my feet on her coffee table, since it’s packed up, I’ve kicked my flip flops off and grabbed a pillow, before they were packed, to sit and share with you a fond memory of Kristin, Kindergarten and curls!  Yes, for those of you wondering….I know Kristin in real life, we go waaaay back.  We’re old, because some of you reading were only a twinkle in your parents eyes in 1986, or maybe a small ball of rapidly developing cells.

From what I remember Kristin and I were BFF’s for some time.  We were in the same Kindergarten class and shared snacks, dolls and playtime at each others homes.  I remember her brother teasing us, throwing things at us and just playing his role as the “mean older brother”.  He was cute though, tall, blond, blue-eyed….Oh I digress.

I have lots of fun memories of us, including the time we cut our dolls hair.  I chopped my doll’s bangs so short she looked pathetic and would be ridiculed by the other dolls, what were we thinking?  It’s not like the hair was going to grow back…but we had fun and it didn’t hurt anyone. Although looking back we probably shouldn’t have been playing with scissors or cutting anything without a mom nearby.  But you didn’t come here to read about our silly mishaps…because I have something far better for you, complete with a picture.

I introduce to you BANANA CURLS.  I swooned over Kristin’s banana curls.  What are banana curls you ask?  Well check out this blondie in the third row third from the left.  Yes, that’s Kristin circa 1986 posing for our class picture.

And those curls, I wanted them, I remember asking her all about them. I wanted all the details, down to the temperature of the curling iron (ok I was 5, so I probably didn’t ask that, but I was totally into the curls).  Her response was always, “My mommy does them for me.”  Well I wanted my mommy to do that to my hair too.  I wanted those curls, I wanted the perfectly coiffed hair and all the swooning that followed.  I explained to my mom, in detail the precision and sweetness of banana curls, she tried, she really did, but nothing compared to Kristin’s curls.  I don’t know why she called them banana curls, at the time I thought it was because she had “yellow” hair and they were long, like bananas and well bananas are yellow.  But regardless of their name, I at the ripe age of 28 still have envious fond memories of her perfectly styled hair.

Oh and I bet you’re trying to find me amongst the sea of ponytails, bows and goofy smiles.  I’ll leave you with this, I hate the jumper my mom made me wear, I insisted on wearing a necklace that didn’t match and my mom attempted banana curls, but failed miserably and left me with poofy, bouncy curls far from Kristin’s banana curls.

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