Tuesday, 17 May 2011

A Kempt Woman

I am sick of walking around Cardiff and seeing these pristine people with their immaculate hair. I mean how do they do it? I wash and straighten my hair every single day yet I guarantee you by lunchtime I look like I’ve been caught in a hurricane. 
After careful consideration I’ve decided it’s my genes at fault. I’m cursed with Irish hair which needs to be free and flowing. It’s the kind of hair that refuses to be tamed no matter what I do with it. Clearly I was born to be a little wild.

Still, I dream of a day when I step out of the house looking groomed. Is it really too much to ask?

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