I was too tired to wash my hair this morning. What I usually do on a bad hair day, is I wear a hat. Simple solution, and elegant outcome. While I know not to wear white after Labor Day on the east-coast, I wasn’t sure whether it’s a faux-pas to wear a beret in the summer on the west-coast. I asked Mr F. He thought berets were only worn in the winter, so I went out with my hair sticking every which way (I have such thick stubborn hair)
I was pleasantly surprised to meet Sophie, aged twelve, who told me she was from Santa Cruz.
She told me she’d like to do something in “the fashion world” when she grows up. I sincerely hope so! Her mom told me she puts her outfits together all by herself every day.
At lunchtime I bumped into Chris in the cafeteria
I spoke to my friend Josee this evening. She knows all about hats, “Of course berets are fine for summer,” she said, and apparently mine are perfect because they’re made from cotton. Now that I’ve got the approval from the fashion police, I’ll be wearing a beret all summer.
Every day I hear children pleading and whining, but the kid this morning was the best darn negotiator I’ve ever heard.
After a lengthy dialogue with his parents, the boy, who was about 8 or 9 said, “Now that we’ve concluded our negotiations can I have this from the Museum, plus all the stuff at Disneyland that I haven’t seen?”