Stephen and I trying on various hair doodads.

My hair hasn’t been this long in years. I’m a short-hair girl at heart. If I could have it my way, I’d get it chopped off and have it no longer than the nape of my neck. But everyone tells me I look better with long hair.

This time, I’m keeping it long only because Master Stephen won’t allow me to go to the hair dresser’s. He doesn’t want me to go out without him but he doesn’t want to go with me either. I’m too tired to fight him on this just yet.

Instead, I’ve resorted to putting my hair up in a clip every single day which is essential for comfort in this hot, humid weather. I can’t say I haven’t been having fun buying all the pretty hair clips

Maybe having enough hair to put up isn’t so bad after all. If only I didn’t look like such a school marm with my hair up.