Hello darlings! Many of you asked me about my hair, so...
Well, they are so nice mainly because of genes, I suppose. No styling chemistry. Hairdryer - only in trips. And most of the time I keep 'em knotted. Hate to work at photography sessions. All hairdressers are my mortal enemies. In a salon chair I always feel like an innocent victim of the Inquisition, surrounded by executioners armed with most horrible torture instruments ever invented. They pull you, pinch you, twist and tweak, spray poison all over, scorch your scalp and hair, turning you into something completely strange, and after all that, barely alive and half-decapitated, you supposed to be grateful, happy and make sparkle eyes and a shiny smile into an objective! Amazing... Why do people are doing all that? Wouldn't be easier not to damage an innocent organism instead of ruining it and then desperately trying to save leftovers of former beauty? I simply don't get it (: