The rain was monstrous. Flooding.
And now just clouds, and mold, and dank air. And a chill. Imagine that.
I have the kind of hair that frizzes and stands on it's own in this kind of humidity. It used to be very stressful when I was trying to look groomed for work. For a short while until I just said, too bad, take it or leave it. Most often, in summer, I walked around with a halo.
HOME WOMAN, continued from here... One strand of thread, split back stitch, which I call (so appropriately today) splitting hairs. Just letting the knots show here, and letting the ends do their thing. They will probably split on their own over time.
So anyway today is a good hair day. Because I like this.
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Knots don't have to be hidden. They can be beautiful. If you have been through the Whispering Hearts class, you might Remember This?
