I don't know what it is but I have maybe, MAYBE one good hair day a week. Curly hair is hard to manage and sadly I've never been that girl who can just throw her hair up in a messy bun and look as though a stylist did it. ( I see these girls EVERYWHERE, what is their secret?!?) I'm lucky when my hair does not completely frizz out the moment I walk out the door. And sometimes I manage to get my hair in a cute updo and as soon as I walk out the door it falls down. It's as if my hair is alive and knows the moment I leave the house.

Hair "Yeah she looks good now but just wait, as soon as she gets in her car I'm going to fall down! BWAHAHAH!"

Yes I believe my hair is saying this to itself.

 I suppose I just need to embrace it. My hair has a mind of it's own and I just have to learn to deal with it. We have a love/hate relationship with one another. I do love the color; a beautiful red that could never be bottled, I don't care how high your alchemy skill is. (Yes, I just dropped an Elder Scroll reference there)