I am sick of my hair. I'm cutting it and dyeing it this weekend. (The henna hasn't been sticking to my roots at all.) I'm keeping it long but I need to get it layered or
something; I don't want to end up looking like a sister-wife.
(that painting in the background isn't mine, unfortunately, but I love it; my sister snatched it from my grandmother's house before I could.
Here's a close up of it. We can't remember who the artist is. Salvador something, I think.)