I don't know what is wrong with my hair recently. I get a cut. It seems great for about two weeks and then, it is too long or too fuzzy or too chopped. I like short hair. It is easy. It is quick. It is cool. My daughters want me to have long hair. As I wash, comb and style their hair in addition to mine, I can see why they are interested in a look, while I only think of the trouble.
The 80s were an unfortunate decade for anyone with straight hair. Mom sport a smooth Jaclyn Smith look and sis is young enough to sport "kids' hair," always looking good. Me? The one and only misguided attempt at the spiral perm.
Someday, I will write a book about hair. It may not be good, but I think it could be funny. If you can't laugh at your hair, then you have only tears left.