Sunny Grey

My hair and I, we have a love/hate relationship. You know how they say, it's a thin line between love and hate. I say it's a thin hair between love and hate, it's too short a bang between love and hate (fine, I'll stop).

It took me almost 20 years to allow my hair not to be straight. I finally realized that combing and hairbrushes are completely obsolete and made friends with nature. Then two years ago I stopped feeling like a brunette and started feeling like a redhead (inspiration *she was not on the radar at the time yet). And  the current colour was actually a mistake. I didn't memorize the number of my first dye, just the picture of the lady on the box. The trouble was the package was changed at one moment so I lost my lady. I bought the colour that looked about right, and it wasn't the one. And I am still using it and still love it. And I also wrote down the brand, number and lady.

My hair was down almost to my waist up until recently. Then I decided I don't want it any more and to cut it to the shoulder length. I actually had to persuade my hairdresserher to do it. I believe I saw a teardrop in her eye while she was cutting it. I, on the other hand, have no regret.

I already gave away my anti-combing-hair-taming technique. My worst and almost only enemy is moisture (accurate description: it's so fluffy I could die!).

I also adore braids. But that's a whole different story...

;)

*Serbian