Summertime usually means that I stop doing my hair. This yearly ritual started weeks ago (as you've probably noticed in previous posts). My hair is a pain anyway, but in the summer it becomes un-bearable, with all the blow-drying and searing appliances, I just can't do it. Over the years I have dabbled into my fair share of up-do's. All unfortunately resulting in looking 14 years old or like a boy. Surprisingly these results have not deterred me from still trying to make it work. Lately I've been into the braid look. It's sort of my rendition on princess Leia meets polygamist Jane. In the coming months, if you happen to catch me with my hair-did, you'll know it is a very special occasion.
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I like the polygamist Jane comment. You crack me up. I wish I had some talent in the hair-do area. I can do on others, but not myself. My arms hurt too much if they stay over my head for more than 30 seconds. Sometimes low blood pressure is a bad thing.
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