Today let's talk about my hair. Relax. I mean the hair on my head. Ew.
KR has always cut it real short. We'd take a stool into the back yard and she'd go to town on it, snipping it to a finger's width all over. The prison look, she called it.
Then I let it grow long. Like seven months long. It got curly and unruly. Like seven months curly and unruly.
So a while ago I finally got a professional cut at Clipps by a very young woman. I left the place feeling good, but after a few days my head developed little curls all over the top. It looked like a bad rug. Somehow, I figure, letting it grow long had rebooted its curliness. So the other day I went back to the place. My stylist had recommended some smutch to tame it but I couldn't remember it. The three ladies behind the counter threw out product names, but nothing sounded familiar. Finally one of them said "Round Trip" and I jumped. "That's it! I knew it had something to do with travel."
So I'm trying Round Trip on my head. I feel more like me now that I'm not walking around under a rat's nest.
