hair cares
I tried. I really freakin' tried. And like time and time again, I failed, failed, failed. My hair will never be long and luxurious, not to mentioned pigtailed. Nope. It gets to the point it was at, about shoulder length, and I start to twitch, then the scissors and clippers come out, and I've got this same old haircut (mostly because it's the only one I can do on my own). My mom says it looks best on me, something about my chin and neck, or something. Bill thinks it's cute. I appreciate the ease of it, what about you (and yes, I know that it's violating like the first rule of blogging -- never ask your readers a direct question about, of all things, you freakin' hairstyle.
Also, I've been sick, more when I'm all recovered. I've got at least 2, maybe 3 rows of knitting to show you!