I hate to complain about my hair because, dude! I have hair that I didn’t buy out of a catalog!! But it’s really frustrating. It’s frustrating because it’s curly, but also short (haha, my short and curly hair has me by the short and curlies; I am 12). and nothing can be done with it.
Tom said the other day that my hair looks like his grandmother’s before she goes to her weekly beauty salon appointment. Sad, but true.
ANYHOW. I got a book the other day for Curly-Haired Girls but it’s mostly for curlygirls with LONG hair, not Little Orphan Annie type crazy short curls, so, bah. That’s no help. In the end, I wrap a lot of scarves around my hair (like headbands). Tom says it looks very much like me. which is good, as it IS me. I keep talking about going to my hairdresser and having her do something to it, but then I think what if she doesn’t know how to cut curly hair and I end up back with the Cancer Patient Look again? So maybe I should just let it grow on its own.
