“so many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter.” // g.w. allport
i currently have, hiding beneath the various layers of my hair, two – of what can only be described as clumps of matted-beyond-recognition locks of ‘hair’ that are slowly, but very surely turning themselves into dreads. this befalls the curly-headed girl at least twice a year – when conditions are just right:
high-summer, a mop of hair rendered completely arid and yet – styling products are used with sheer abandon and then heat is applied every other morning, as if i’m attempting to toast the ends of my hair – but without the use of butter. (side-note: mmmm, buttered toast.)
to be very clear – there are portions of my hair that a brush cannot get through. i’m in need of assistance – or pretty soon, it’s going to be open season with a pair of very sharp shears.
➝ source : don’t despair, repair! conditioning mask via briogeo
➝ source : seven day miracle masque via original & mineral
➝ source : huile secret de beaute, though considering how popular it is, not much of a secret, via leonor greyl