Sandier Pastures

I couldn’t post a bad hair photo for this week’s photo hunt without over-exposing my daughter’s face (or mine - I do have bad hair days too) so I’m not going to participate this week.

I plan to search for my photo files again and see if I can have something to represent the bad hair theme but no, I found none and I had been swamped with work and get to post this very late on a Saturday. I am not supposed to be busy on Saturdays but recently, I was given a new task to speed up my boring Saturdays, so no complaints there.

For the meantime, I’ll sign off with a hair photo - this is my daughter Pristine’s hair. Honestly, I have no idea why it’s corkscrew curly like that. Mine and my husband’s (and whole of his and my family) is not.

Her hair, her skin, her eyes, all so different from mine I wouldn’t blame people when they see us together to think that I’m her caretaker than her mom.