My favourite shampoo in travel sized pockets is what dreams are made of. My hair, thick and untameable, is as rebelious as myself anytime I don´t get enough attention. It gets clingy, dry and does not allow anyone´s touch.. Continue reading
Christmas presents stretch to no limits. It´s February 2nd and I´m still talking about them, is it because I wish it was Christmas again to stuff my face with food? Maybe. More over, I´d like to be on holidays and press reset.. Continue reading
I used to have almost ground touching hair when I was a kid, my mum would rarely tell me I needed a cut (she loved brushing my hair at nights). A few awful haircuts –you know, the ones where the coiffeur takes more creative licenses than permitted and gives you a pixie cut for no reason- were enough to make me take care of my own locks..
What is it about humans that always want what they can´t have. Curly hair instead of straight hair? No. A slice of pizza, right here, right now? Never gonna happen..
The story is like this: I was never a fan of oils until I found the ones. Mix it up with a little bit of “oils will only make you oilier” and you have the perfect example of what ignorance does to you.. Continue reading
