Yesterday it became quite clear that my hair just wasn’t quite working.
This realization was all thanks to the bizarro overhead security cameras at J. Crew and H&M as I went with Belle to buy a few vital things I still needed for Mexico.
[Basically, I felt I looked best in Bikram after the “party time” water break –- that’s is literally what it’s called –– when my hair was plastered down with sweat. However, to recreate that in real life beyond a photo shoot and a spritzer required lots of product, and then SK(W) was allergic to the first product, and then I began to feel that the second product clumped my hair weirdly –– ie, it was too big a task for the product to work on 24/7 –– and thus the strange overhead cams while shopping made me question EVERYTHING.]
So today, armed with a photo of Harrison Ford in BLADE RUNNER I got the modified buzz cut I so desperately needed.
Replicants beware –– I’m ready for anything.
