In the desert I had trouble with my hair and the endless static and the electric light show displayed at night when all the lights were out. Since moving to the island of misfit toys, I have found that although I am almost 40 having had this mutant hair my whole life, I really haven't a CLUE how to manage my hair.
I have tried a multitude of "hair products" that are said to work in humidity. Provided below is evidence of the struggle:
There were already a couple of lessons that the women of my family have learned - unfortunately cheap hair products do nothing for horse-hair like ours. Fisherman thinks that it is hilarious because each morning I come out of the bathroom and issue a product proclamation:
"product number 231 - pronouncing it either - possibilities, epic fail, or even sometimes, WHAT THE HECK"
The last part of the hair hilarities is that there is no place on the island to get a haircut - not even for the men. Most of the time the men, like Fisherman, cut their own, or wait until they "go to town" (Anchorage). For me, stop number one upon landing on our first outing off the island, was for a fountain soda - stop number 2, the salon. Please believe NOTHING barring certain death, would have interfered with that appointment.
Finally, as I have mentioned before, the weather here is
Yours in horse-hair frizziness,
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