tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090072287509258494.post4893310795508635576..comments2023-10-17T06:03:26.944-07:00Comments on yakity yak y'all come back: It's been awhilesusan fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06526438796251019736noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090072287509258494.post-19500926456328253052009-07-08T18:14:54.810-07:002009-07-08T18:14:54.810-07:00Almost precious you are so funny. Don't get me...Almost precious you are so funny. Don't get me started on what my aunt used to do to my hair. I was her guinea pig an have even been called miss birds nest.susan fyfehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06526438796251019736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090072287509258494.post-79968598991172299742009-07-08T13:57:44.653-07:002009-07-08T13:57:44.653-07:00We all have our own distinct self image, we know w...We all have our own distinct self image, we know what works for us and what doesn't and what we feel comfortable with...to try and change this is like rubbing a cat the wrong way. So you're right on about going with the flow. ,) <br />I once was given a hair style that was so avant garde (the stylist studied under Vidal Sassoon and had he's own strange ideas)that I was embarrassed to leave the salon. But I had to get home, so many people turn to stare at me as I walked through the mall I finally wrapped my sweater around my head. Can't begin to describe how weir it was (like something out of a horror movie, "The Bride of Frankenstein") it was just horrid on me. First thing I did when I got home was wash my hair and restyle it...took a few months for it to grow out where I could have it recut properly ! =OAlmost Precioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02349435936032378395noreply@blogger.com