This is the first proper weekend where I don't have to work. The weather is nice and warm outside for once. And what do I do? I draw.
My hair has a life of its own. And it does whatever the hell it wants whenever the hell it wants. I swear, my hair decided to stop growing since I last butchered it (my hair is SO weird that no hairdresser can cut it and make it look alright). But then during summer, it just wouldn't stop growing!
So this one is autobiographical. A tribute to my hair - The hair I could've done without. Yayness.