A layout I made for CSI a while back. My journaling, on the back reads:

I have a love-hate relationship with my hair. As a kid, I hated having red hair, but when I grew up, I learned to like it. It took a while and many years to get to the point where I actually love my strawberry blonde hair. And now it's starting to turn on me. White, wiry hairs that don't like to cooperate. That's the part I hate. And I'm scared to color it. Especially after Toné put a temporary red glaze on my hair and it turned almost dark brown for a month until it finally washed out after scrubbing my head with harsh dandruff shampoo (the first and only time in my life I ever had colored my hair).

Cooperation just isn't in my hair's vocabulary. I love it when it does cooperate on those rare days--like right after seeing the stylist or the occasional day I get lucky.. Most days, my hair has a mind of its own and just goes an every-which-way kind of crazy.

I do love that I have naturally curly hair. I used perm my hair all the time when I was younger, starting in the 80's when big hair was trendy. After cutting a foot of my hair off a half-dozen years ago (it used to reach past my waist), I learned that all I needed was a little Aveda curl enhancer and I too could be curly. Then there's the hate part, when the curl goes all frizz on me. Which is most of the time.

I love my stylist, Hasan, who first taught me about my curls and gave me a cut that I love and is manageable. But then he went and moved on me, and now I hate that he moved to Virginia. I always get so stressed out driving there after school. I hate that I can't find a stylist nearby and that I keep having to try out different people and still can't find someone who can do what Hasan does to my hair.

I love the way my hair shines in the sunlight. But I hate that it seems dull when the sun's not shining on it. It's because of the curl, they say.

I love my hair when it's big and poofy. But I hate that it doesn't always stay that way. Lots of hair means it gets weighed down. I need lots of poof because of my enormous head. Nobody can understand it, but trust me...you don't want to see me with straightened flat hair.

Yes, it's been a long and painful love affair with this hair of mine. It drives me crazy most of the time, but mostly I do love it. As it grows whiter, I'm not sure this love story will have a happy ending.

More details on my blog: debbitscraps.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-hair-love-hate-relationship-csi-case.html