summer hair

I wash my hair and let it go.  No styling would be worth it today.  It’s an on and off again rainy, humid day. 

I am returning from taking Alexander’s backpack to be repaired at a place everyone should know about called Modern Leather Goods (http://modernleathergoods.com).  They are miracle workers.

I return home around five and Alexander comments, “Hey, your hair looks really horrible.”  He never notices one way or the other so I know it must be scary-looking.

I’m getting the keratin treatment in a couple of weeks; that’s my excuse.

Alexander’s overgrown hair is a result of his wanting to wait until right before he leaves for California before getting it cut.  That way, I’ll pay for the haircut here and he’ll get the next one when he’s home in late August.  In other words, he’ll skip having to get a haircut without my credit card.

In the meantime, our manes are comical.  Mine more than his.