Frizzy spells
A reader writes: Dear Ivana, This humidity. My hair. I just. Cannot. The signature was too tear-stained to be legible. But we all feel her pain, don’t we, morsels? I, too, would retire to my crying couch with a box of tissues and a bucket of Bacardi if I didn’t have summer-perfect hair. I speak, of course, of a wig wardrobe.
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