As I've blogged about before, I'm constantly fussing with my hair, it's length, colour and curl. Everytime I get together with family and friends, it comes up at least once. Tonight while sorting through some photos I came across a bunch of snapshots from the last three years, in chronological order, that display my various cuts and styles. I know my mother is crying somewhere....
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