Pomade

I flew home for my twin brother's wedding, and completely spaced bringing any gel for my hair. 

So I'm in the bathroom getting ready for the wedding, and found some really fancy pomade by Lancôme. Sitting in a sleek, solid black container, the pomade smelled like pheromones and screamed luxury. 

Rubbing it in my hair was a pleasure. I could feel it moisturizing and holding my hair in place. The hair looked great, and I went through the wedding festivities without hassle.

I stayed home a couple more days, using the fancy pomade each morning. 

My last day there, I decided to examine the pomade so I could purchase some for myself. It was hard to read, as the bottle was so dark and Lancôme written so prominently. Then on the very bottom I found the name:

Lancôme Anti-Wrinkle Cream. 

Great. I had been using anti-wrinkle cream to do my hair. Turns out it works pretty well.

Picture from the happy day. The anti-wrinkle cream definitely gave some shape to my hair.

Denim Eulogy

I survived the week without jeans...barely. It's a lot harder than one would think. In fact, I wrote a eulogy when I was at my lowest point: 

Denim was the lifeblood of the modernized world. It lived in every closet, was worn on every set of legs, and happily changed with trends from bell-bottoms to skinnies. It stood as a symbol of power and causality. To every American, its death is the downfall of comfort, style, and practicality. 

I think we all remember well when we first met denim.  It was warm and inviting and seemed to fit just right. Denim was with us throughout the years.  It was there with big pockets when we thought we needed them. It stood by faithfully as we turned our backs and experimented with cargo pants. It never complained when we asked it to be a lighter wash, or a fuller leg. It let us rip holes into it because we thought it would be cooler and it even let us wash it with a little bit of acid.

What will we wear on casual Fridays? What will we wear with our boots with the fur?  Its loss shall be felt not only in our hearts but on our legs.

As the great Neil Diamond once said, “I’d much rather be, forever in blue jeans.”

This exemplifies my garb during the jeanless week.