Crazy Art Teacher Lady?

This is a strange post, but it's something I've been thinking about recently.  My hair has always been my biggest pain.  It's curly, thick, coarse, and frizzy.  (Don't get me wrong, I've come to love it... once I realized that the males thought my hair was sexy... haha)  I've spent my whole life trying to control it, but recently, I just gave up.  Don't worry, I still style it, love my favorite Paul Mitchell Mousse, and usually try to look presentable.  But lately I've just been saying, "Ah what the heck" and letting it do its own thing.  

I can't be bothered to wash my hair every day, as it is such a cumbersome and long process.  Detangling alone takes about 15 minutes in the shower, with about five handfuls of conditioner...  So, today, two days after getting second degree burns on my hand, and not in the mood to try to deal with my hair with only one hand, and after three days of not washing it, I grabbed half of it and threw it up.  And, I'm not going to lie, I kind of like the result.

My sister-in-law, Annie, always told me that I should wear my hair like some crazy art teacher lady, piled up messily, ringlets spilling out everywhere...  But I always felt myself much too "sophisticated" for such a style.  Well, today I'm rethinking that opinion.  Maybe Annie was on to something.

I feel like I'm missing pencils and paintbrushes sticking out from all sides.  Or maybe I should throw in some flowers, twigs, and leaves, for good measure.

So that is my story.  Sorry if it wasn't very interesting.  I actually do have some curly-hair-tutorials planned for the near future.  Once my hand heals, I'll be able to get back to it.

What are you up to these days?