Finally, I figured out the way I prefer my hair. My 10 year high school reunion was this past weekend and I brought out my velcro rollers. I haven’t done what I consider a true blow out since I cut my hair. I was so happy when I took out the rollers that I ran out of the bathroom to show The Mister. He caught me checking myself out in the hallway and took a photo.
Of course, one must take a self-portrait.
I’m super critical of myself and it is something I need to work on. After looking at the photos I question my dress (notice no photos of it can be found here) but my hair was rockin’. I look forward to the heat subsiding so it keeps it shape better.
[...] not allowed to judge this because my hair was better than your hair at one time. (See?) Not right now. Right now, my hair is in a bad place. It needs therapy and the professionals [...]