Oops. I was trying to flick a piece of squash away from the gas burner since Kate had just scrubbed the stove perfectly clean. Bright light suddenly near my face... and that's fire. Lots of fire. Fortunately I am a wind player and had it blown out by the time I could turn around toward the sink. Breathing in burned hair is hard on the lungs, and rather than a kitchen smelling richly of dinner it stinks of burned hair. Mmmmmm, tasty. Guess I'll be getting my hair cut this week! It was braided over my shoulder so I'm not sure yet how far up the damage goes. I probably lost 2" off the very end in second or two. via Instagram http://ift.tt/2wKHb9R
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