Flowers in my hair..

I was reminded last night about my hair and how it has changed colour and style over the years. I was never allowed to cut my hair as a little girl. My dad insisted that my sister and I have LOOOOONG hair in the back with the only concession being our fringe which my mom cut using sellotape to get a straight line..Yes, Sellotape. Gave me a really straight edge, don’t you know? See how cute I was! Aaargh! I hated it.. It was always tied in a plait as a result and when my brothers wanted to get my attention they would yank on my plait like it was a bloody doorbell or something. When I was 12, this all changed. My dad left us and *one of the first things I did was cut my hair.. short. And it has varied in style and colour ever since.. very seldom have I...