My hair is very fine but I have a lot of it, you should see me when there's a lot of static! I wash and blow dry my hair every morning, it is the only way I can keep it in check! You see my hair has a mind of its own, its naturally wavy and does exactly what it likes.
Now my present colour is blonde, which it was naturally until I was about ten, when it gradually became a unexciting mousy colour so, to counteract this I have highlights put in. The new colour takes a good couple of years off me, and I am sure that my wrinkles disappear for a time too. My hair is shoulder length with a few layers on top and I have these put in for one reason, if brushed correctly I look an inch taller and if you are a squirt like me then that’s very important.
There not a lot to be said about it so I’ll leave it there except to say my mother must have thought the same and I was allowed to grow it long once again. For a short while I reverted back to my original little girl hair do, only the fringe had gone and I no longer looked like Peter Pan but more like Cousin It from the Adam Family, and because of this I was unaware of the world around me
including the new hair style that was all the rage.
The Farrah cut was the one I chose and I loved it! I had it styled and highlighted for the first time and the bonus was my hair did exactly what it was told and people actually said it suited me. What were they thinking before?
Now I am going to have to start a new paragraph here because I don’t want to taint the previous dreamy one with what
comes next, *sighs loudly*, its really bad. I went from having the most beautiful hair cut in the world to the worst hair cut in the world and I mean the worst. It started out with long very tight curls, but the more I combed it the frizzier it became and I ended up with a Deidre Barlow look. Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!