I’ve come to accept that I have awful hair. I’m learning to just embrace it. Maybe its because the downstairs is just not cool enough to blow-dry & straighten my hair…or maybe I’m just tired of trying? Whatever the case may be, I am retiring the hair straightener (at least 50% of the time) from now on.
September is right around the corner…I am getting the urge to start packing a little bit here and there…Nothing drives me crazy like the feeling of being overwhelmed. Maybe if we pack little by little it will be easier (duh.) In my life, my moving experiences have been one of two ways–done by my parents as young child, or packing a small bag and running away. I’ve never done it myself in an organized manner. Should be interesting.