luvthathair

i found the most insane split end on my head today which reminded me that i need to get to my stylist asap. whilst making that phone call, Gladys tried to rip the phone out of my hand, claiming she needed her hair done as well. i looked at her in disbelief for obvious reasons. she began pouring her heart out to me about how all she's ever wanted in life were golden locks cascading down her stark white back. she doesn't even care that she has no head to put it on. but i personally find mannequins with heads very frightening. slap some hair on them and forget about it. you have created situation in which i'm pretty sure scary things happen upon locking the shop door at night. that is not a situation that i ever want to discover.

in order to take her mind off her lack of a head i decided to let Gladys do a photo shoot. i personally think it would be appropriate to wear these outfits to the market, possibly with a basket on one arm and Toto under the other while chatting with the food vendors about the quality of the giant limones they've imported from the Amalfi Coast. which i would definitely stock up on and use to make killer vodka lemonades, i mean afternoon tea, with Auntie Em.

let's check up on Gladys, shall we?


you've probably seen this dress before because i'm obsessed and have been wearing it all over Buffalo for the past three weeks. i'm sure the paparazzi have pics to prove it.

you've also seen this sweater before. the pics to prove it are in the previous post.


look at Gladys, trying to run away like a 6 year old who doesn't want to have the dreads brushed out of her long tangled mane before taking a bath after playing in the dirt under the gigantor pine tree with Mikey and Allison on a hot day in July (never happened). i tried to tell Gladys that that is what happens when you have long, lustrous locks. she no longer wants a wig. or a head.