Wednesday, February 2, 2011


[Image via: Yours Truly]

My hair is growing at an achingly slow rate. It's skimming my ear lobes and when straightened is just touches the nape of my neck.

It was a silly idea to chop it off, my hairdresser warned me not too. If I had a penny for every time someone compared me to Shirley Temple I would be able to afford tickets to Golden Plains.

It hasn't been all snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails - It has been easy to roll out of bed and not have to attempt to tame a mass of curls.

But now I want a beehive.

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