There is just the tiniest bit of humidity in the air and now my hair has decided it has a will of its own. It became a bottle-brush this morning, and in an attempt to tame it, I used the curling iron. Now I have a head of curls and I can’t really feel all that responsible for it. As a child of the seventies I am not all that comfortable with big hair, so I feel like an imposter.
Actually, more like a “Dallas” reject.