Hair. I used to hate my hair, now it's more love-hate. I like having big hair with tight curls, love how it halo's out from my face. Pixie face, big sister number two called me that today and I wanted to kiss her, I always want to kiss her anyway. Hugs and cuddles and kisses in her squeezy embrace, when she hugs she means it.

Pixie face. I used to have a pixie face when sparrow painted mermaid eyes on me and took my picture. Now I have a big moonface, full and shiny and white!! It's going away as I restrict the chocolate indulgence and I will have my pixie face again and look like me.

Hair. My hair. Many adjectives to describe, big, volume, curls, ringlets, frizz, fuzz, huge diana ross like tangle of strands. A curl tangle where fingers get trapped like flies in a spider web. Hair that does not seem common anymore in the age of straight, hot, burny straight, straightening irons. Me and my moonface and my white girl 'fro.