
I’ve worn my hair up every day in some sort of topknot for nine years now. In that time I’ve had three children, and my silhouette—both during and après pregnancy—needed a lift, so up went my hair.
I’ve only recently begun wearing it down again—long layers, well past my clavicle—because the line seems right again.
But I still love to put my hair up, and I love pretty images of messy updos. This recent Poetry cover, for instance, celebrates the nape of a woman’s neck, an area than can be both sensuous and regal. Poetry indeed.
Are you an updo or a hair-down kind of woman?
I’ve only recently begun wearing it down again—long layers, well past my clavicle—because the line seems right again.
But I still love to put my hair up, and I love pretty images of messy updos. This recent Poetry cover, for instance, celebrates the nape of a woman’s neck, an area than can be both sensuous and regal. Poetry indeed.
Are you an updo or a hair-down kind of woman?
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Combo-effect for me; depends on what mood I'm in.
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