I love this quote. To me it says a woman is like a cocktail of sorts. A sophisticated balance of hard liquor and sweet liqueur, that tastes like charm, class and confusion in equal parts. I feel similarly about myself and my hair...

I am, by dictionary and societal definitions, charming; or so I've been told. I can walk into a room full of people I've never met and speak as if I've known them for years, always finding something in common with everyone I meet.

Simultaneously I am able to discuss world issues, express opinions, and take part in witty banter while molesting your brain with a smile and twinkle in my eye.

The rest of me is confetti. Small specks of happiness that fall in no particular order all over the chaos that is life. You find confetti when a child smiles at you when you're having a crummy day, or the money you found in the laundry....

Or the crown of luscious Locs that swirl around your impecably applied makeup or hang down grazing your best business blazer. They pique curiosity and spark intelligent debate in conservative hallways and I love every minute, as I hold this cocktail and shake confetti out my hair.