31 Days Observing I met my hubby when I was 15. Being the early 70’s my hair looked like everyone else’s in the country. Parted down the middle and draped down on either side of my face. It was long (of course) and straight. Most of the time I pulled it back into a longContinue reading “On getting a haircut… 31 Days of Observing…”
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