There's a good reason my mom kept my hair short. I was not the kind of kid who noticed if her hair was out of place. This is how I smiled for a photo at my friend's birthday party.
This photo is a reminder that I may have some odd hair-dos in my near future!
Embracing the Pixie
My hair is not quite as long a my old pixie. But I'm going to try to appreciate this period of growth, before things start getting really silly. Right now I can't even attempt bangs, even little choppy ones. My hair is stubbornly growing in a number of directions. Because it's so short, you can't see the very odd cowlicks that are causing some swirls and sweeps, that may start to look pretty darn funny as my hairs lengthen.
I'm going to actually try to enjoy this "wash-and-go-mini-pixie" while I can!
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!