Heaven, this light!
With hair in my mind everything turns into flowing movement.
I've inherit the hair structure (fine) and colour (dishwater blonde with a touch of red) of my Grandmother Elisabeth (downright with my flaxen-haired Mother). Not happy with that I gave my hair a bleach it in my twenties, coloured it from flaxen-haired over red to nearly black and back, sometimes all this colours together (and once only permed... Yikes!), parade it short and flashy, next long, with a stern bun (relaxed with a boutonnière, a rose of course). But then, year before last: my hair was breaking off, hair loss.. something with the hormones? Scourge! (at this time my friend loss her hair from chemo, but she won!)
I cut it. It recovered. Now I wear it shoulder-length, natural with silver wisps.
For this dc my eldest daughter pose and I sketch the drawing with red chalk on paper:
hair is the theme of dearest Nadeschda of woolfenbell.
For more hairdo please come to her woolfenbell hair salon ;-)
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with CONNECTIONS
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Happy weekend full of light!
