My mom used to recite this little gem to me as a child:
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid
Such a pleasant ending, don't you agree? Still, every time I wear my hair curly (which requires much less fuss than straightening it) I think of that little verse.
The photo was to document the extent of my boredom today. I felt too crappy to do much of anything having woken up with a headache, so after taking a quite invigorating shower I had the brilliant idea that I should cut my hair. It had grown halfway down my back and I'm not big on getting a trim every 6-8 weeks...so I threw caution to the wind.
I ended up trimming a good 4-5 inches off in the end. The hand in the face on the photo is for your viewing protection since I look like night of the living dead today. You're welcome.
Another, in better light (for good measure)...
1 comment:
That's pretty amazing! It looks like you did a great job. There's no way I could cut my own hair.
I wish I had curls.
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