Year of Gratitude - Day 150 - My Hair

While it is thick and heavy and absolutely out of control, I do love my hair. It hasn't been murdered by awful coloring, gets cut fairly regularly and will unlikely be thinning out until I'm at least 60 years old. The natural color is lovely, but a few blonde highlights in the summer make me a jolly ole girl. I shed a tear for those poor dames that look like they stuck their fingers in a light socket. Crunchy hair and split ends aren't cute.