When my daughter was born her hair was like spider silk. It couldn’t be combed or styled, just smoothed down in a rough dome shape. By the time she turned one, her hair wasn’t thick enough to hold even the…
When my daughter was born her hair was like spider silk. It couldn’t be combed or styled, just smoothed down in a rough dome shape. By the time she turned one, her hair wasn’t thick enough to hold even the…
At some point in my childhood I decided to Take Charge of my appearance. No more sweaty mud-stained corduroys. I began first with my hair. For the formative years it was a straight (or slightly crooked) bowl cut. Standard…