Sorting Out My Hair

I find this to usually be quite an ordeal. I’m not good at describing what I want and the poor hairdresser is usually unable to guess correctly what I’m trying to ask for. This has led to wanting the iconic “Rachel” haircut in 1998 and getting what I can only describe as long, poofy curtains with theĀ underneath being longer than the top. There is evidence. No, I’m not sharing it. šŸ˜€

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