I live vicariously through my daughter’s hair. Yes, you heard me right.
I have long bemoaned the curse of the curl, that never allows me to have bangs or cute bobs, or even a decent Dorothy Hamill growing up. But now i have a Tiller! A straight-haired, sharp-cut banged Tiller! In the bob that I wanted in 6th grade. (Instead I ended up with what some still refer to as “The ET.”)
I give you Tiller (front and side views):