My hair.
This humidity is simply god-awful. It’s taking me twice as much time in the morning to get my hair to behave, and I’m going through styling gel like no one’s business. And believe me, when you’re staring in the mirror first thing in the morning, wondering how to turn that rat’s nest into something even vaguely presentable, calling in sick sounds like a pretty good idea. Not that I’d do that, mind you.
I think my mother had the right idea: shave it all off, and buy a few wigs. She also did some fabulous things with scarves, but somehow I doubt that company dress code would allow that sort of thing without some kind of religious affiliation. I’m already toeing the line with the nail polish...
I think my mother had the right idea: shave it all off, and buy a few wigs. She also did some fabulous things with scarves, but somehow I doubt that company dress code would allow that sort of thing without some kind of religious affiliation. I’m already toeing the line with the nail polish...