I've always had a very sincere love/hate relationship with my hair. It has a mind of it's own, which I hate, but sometimes it kinda knows what it's doing.

Two summers ago I decided to control it by getting a perm. Curly hair every day. And it was great (except for when I took it to Alabama's humidity) until it came to getting perm #2. I knew that was a maintenance path I did not want to go down. No thank you, fried hair.

So I got it straightened. I've always usually worn it straight anyhow, as it's never been super curly, just kinda wavy, and only when the conditions are ideal.

And that's where I've been for over a year. Straight. I figured the wave/curl was gone for good. Then it was rainy in the mountains about a week ago and I thought, "Hmmm... as I wonder..." (yes, just like Roger in 101 Dalmations, the animated one obviously). So, I dug out the diffuser, tossed my head over, and voilà! Return of the Curly Girl.

My hair options have re-expanded. And now my hair is long enough that I'm not going to be walking around like a poodle on crack.

Oh happy hair day.