I have hair. And I hate it!
My middle daughter convinced me to let my hair grow. The last time I got a hair cut was in May, the week of my birthday. Our agreement is I not cut it until my birthday 2012. Since having kids, it's been so much easier to have very short hair. And I prefer short short hair. It makes me look younger.
In 2005, I let my hair grow out to a bob, and I liked it. It short lived. Now that my hair is in that funky in-between stage, I can do nothing with it. I don't have a style to speak of, and that bothers me.
Last night, I had a crazy idea... roll it. I've not worn hair rollers is years! The above picture is the result of hair rollers. If I can't figure out a style that doesn't remind me of someones grandmother, it's coming all off.
I really like to wear my hair like this...