I am currently in the process of growing my hair out; I've finally gotten sick of Twiggy-inspired pixie cuts and have made the decision to go back to the Allison Robertson-inspired mop-y dos that I used to sport. The thing about curly hair is that it has a drier cuticle than straight hair and so needs a lot more care to ensure that it grows out well. So these past few months, I've been seeing to it that my curlicues (I sound like my mother) get all the nourishment they need.
So you guys can see how my hair's been growing (as well as how it used to be), here's a little "Hair Story" photoset (forgive the quality of some of the photos, I haven't put up a set as goofy as this since the beginnings of this blog) that I hope you guys find amusing.
(1) In 2011, I went through a really traumatic friendship break-up and decided, one night to cut all my hair off. Before the morning this decision was made (August 8th), my hair was long and curly and flowy. And stuff.
{This photo was taken from my old blog, Taft Life which is now extinct--forgive the camwhore-yness, this was back before I had an actual camera. Or a tattoo. Or a degenerative eye condition.}
