Dear Hair Clips,
Where do you all go?
As if by a law of the universe, you appear in obnoxious surplus during a week when I have it together enough to wear my hair down, and on the week(s — let’s be honest, it’s weeks) when I’m a slob, I’m left scrounging around the edges of my bookshelf like a common hermit praying for the honor of your presence.
Not saying I prefer it one way or another, I’d just appreciate some consistency on your end.
Literally no idea over here,
Christine
