Darlings! I write you from General Assembly at St. Louis, where we are assiduously taking photos of the worst fashion offenders.
Next year I vow to bring a Ponytail Patrol with me. It needs to be two people, at least: one to come up behind the victim and gently push his face down, and a second to have the scissors at the ready.
Last night in the bar there was a fellow sitting across from me who had not only a scraggly ponytail in the back, but a twisted 13″ beard hanging off his chin. I was transfixed with horror.
Ta ta for now, loveys. Miss you. The humidity here is TERRIBLE for the frizzies! Good thing I have some Sebastian “Wired” product that locks in curl and shine!