i think the reason i'm such a happy person
is because i don't have a lot of regrets.
in fact, there is only one big regret-
and a million tiny ones that i don't think about
very *often.
one of those teeny tiny regrets is my hair.
you see, i used to have this head of
out-of-control
crazy
curls.
i liked them.
a lot.
i liked that i could be bohemian, or i could flat iron them to look sleek.
then i began to like the sleek look a little more.
and then i got a **respensive flat iron that i can't afford
(but my sister can, so it was a merry christmas to me!)
i thought it would be a good idea
to turn up the heat to
450 degrees...
and my flat iron rose to the challenge!
so well, that i didn't have any curl left.
recently i had about 6 inches of my hair cut off
then i decided to lower the power of my flat iron to
230 degrees
then the flat iron stopped working
altogether.
maybe it was supposed to be-
because this morning i had
an honest
to god
curl.
yes, just one-
but it looked like it might
start a riot.
and i'm okay with that.
*often is relative, yes?
**when ever i think something is over the top,
i like to add a 're' to the beginning of it... that's not weird, is it?
