Short and curly one here. Had a brief, half-hearted attempt to grow it a few months back; I had a vision of how I wanted it to look, but it never bore any semblance to reality, I'm afraid! I actually managed to get to the interim stage - the one where every single day is a bad hair day and you want to apologise to everyone you meet for the state of the nest on your head. What a joy that was. Wiggy hair for weeks on end.
Now back to short and curly. Love it. The whole girly coiffeuring thing passed me by, I'm afraid - a constant mystery. What on earth do you DO with those instruments of torture? How did you learn to put your hair up like that - you know, where you twist it for a nano-second and it looks fantastic?!! Was it a college course that passed me by? Was it taught by the follicle fairy in the middle of the night? I'm quite happy to run a little bit of waxy gel through my neglected locks and, hey presto ... scrunched up, zany girl look (I like to think). Unmade bed, more like - but what the heck, it's easy to manage!