In the last few weeks I've taken to sleeping with my hair in curlers a few times a week. When the rollers come out and the resulting curls are forced into order I have something resembling the hair I've always wanted.
No more. It would appear that my hair can't withstand the weekly onslaught of curlers and has decided that it would rather break and fall out that be forced into ringlets.
See that poor girl? I'm calling her the anthropomorphic representation of my hair. Except that she has improbably nice locks and a well-dressed gentleman to rush to her aid.
8 comments:
My husband says you have LOVELY hair!!!
You may not have the curls, but you've single-handedly redeemed the concept of brunette.
I wouldn't envy the damsel in the picture. Given Victorian notions of bathing, her hair probably smells like a horse barn. Or a Rastafarian night club.
Ok, there are worse things than having thin straight hair. Ew.
LOL! Jenny, you always know what to say. :)
I'm counting on my daughters inheriting my husband's cury hair.
Shewoof, look on the brighter side of things. You will see the day when our hair will not even dare to show itself in your presence...or anyone's presence for that matter.
You're Gorgeous, Shewoof. So quit whining. ;-p
Oh gosh. Bald Patrick, we can't wait.
Oh Bethany, talk to Adriane about thick curly hair and I think you would change your mind :)
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