“and forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” // k. gibran
everyone loves to extol the virtues of a long, hot summer. sundresses, the smell of a freshly mown lawn, drinks on a warm evening out on a patio. and for me, the thing that always gets me riled about a summer gone by – is what everyone else tends to forget to mention once september 21st ticktocks in. the callused heels from walking around on a slip of a sandal, skin that shows spots on hands and arms from too much sun, and hair, oh my poor hair, it looks a bit more like the mop of a straw-man than a mane of curls. and from a dry heat to the arid cold, what chance does my poor hair have, if i don’t start slathering stuff on it now?
and if all else fails, i’ll just make like it’s 1990 and put a bandana in it.
→ source : essence absolue nourishing oil-in-cream via shu uemura
→ source : shine hydrating oil via aesop
→ source : bandana courtesy of any local camp store, photo of me via instagram