I’m over it guys. I’m over cold. I’m over the wind (it’s just rude!). I’m over the freak snow. I’m just over it all. I’m freakin’ DONE with winter. Sure I may look cute layered under vests and jackets and sweaters, but this season isn’t about cute. No, it’s about SURVIVAL–and well, my hair hasn’t been handling it well. But to its defense, it’s seems like the cosmos aligned where once I blow-dry it (–and straighten it, and do that weird jumping dance with the howling and spirit fingers) some crazy precipitation happens and I’m a complete frizz ball. If you couldn’t tell, I haven’t been pleased.