You know how you feel in those first weeks and months after you've just met someone new and you feel like they're perfect?
With your rational mind, you know they aren't really perfect, but with your romantic heart, you want to believe that they are. Finally you settle on the thought that they really are perfect, if only perfect for you.
That's how I feel about my locks. If I study them up close in the mirror, I become aware of all sorts of imperfections - kinks, strays, misfits, escapees, odd sizes, uneven lengths, mini-frizzies, flyaways, a bunch here, a hole there.... on and on I could list myriad and various problems that other bloggers have complained and stressed about.
But you know what? It is okay!
I love my locks anyway and I feel like they are perfect. I really do.
I am not blind to their imperfections, but still I feel like they are perfect for me. So here I am. Still in love. At 15 months.