Here I am plain-jane pale face:
Little mister was not having me in the bathroom getting ready while he was trying to sleep in the next room. He insisted on being on my hip while I tried to do my hair.
I liked it down.
But, we were headed to a club and if I even think about heading to the dance floor, I start to sweat, so, no go. Bobby pins and a braid to keep it off my neck and face.