Beware: This blog is overdramatic, quite unimportant, and rather ridiculous. It is by a girl that has nothing to do with her time today. I find the whole thing quite amusing and a bit out of control really. :)
As some of you may have noticed, there has been a lot of visual changes around the Rigg household recently. Well, I specifically am referring to the lady of the house, for there hasn't really been any changes regarding the mister.
For my entertainment, (and hopefully yours too) I am going to do a quick observational study on the last 3 months of my life. There will be no “soul searching” involved, however. Oh no. This study is nothing even remotely close to something so deep and meaningful. It is rather, a reflection on my haircutting habits.
About a year or so ago, I began living by the motto: “Just say no to haircuts.” I’m not sure where it came from or what brought it about, but for some reason it came into my life and I stuck by it. An occasional trim here or there occurred, but as far as a hairCUT, I didn’t believe in it. That is until July 2006.
When straight, my hair had reached half way down my back and was the longest it’s ever been in the 23 years of my life. Some days it was nice, but overall, it was too much for me to handle. Frizz, flatness, and frustration were all a part of my daily hair life.
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