My Hair

I'm one of those people who is both completely nonchalant, and totally obsessed with, her hair. On the one hand, it's hair. It grows. If you get a bad cut or a crappy color, it grows back. Plus, it's not world peace or curing cancer. It's hair. Perspective, please, people.

On the other hand, it's my hair. I use the best products I can afford. I am always on the lookout for a curly conditioner. I make sure the stylist understand how to cut curls and get them to look good. Until very recently, I didn't color it from a box. Ever.

When it looks good, it is Charles Emerson Winchester hair: It does one thing; it does it very, very well. But when it looks bad...oh my goodness. My hair can look really bad.

For the first time in years ~ possibly since I left Worcester, but definitely since we left Washington ~ my hair looks really, really good. It's nice to be back.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee (the cut and color cost a bit more...)