Sun. Surf. Self-Love.  It's been 6 months since I landed on Clearwater Beach and in addition to realizing that this is, in fact, my natural habitat, I've also learned:

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The occasional beanie, my epic hooded coat (I actually just re-purchased this exact same one for my upcoming trip to STL!), a hooded cape (yasssss DRAMA, from my trip to Jerusalem)-- that about sums up my head-gear situation.  But look. Since moving to Florida?  I have NO clue what to do with my hair, so hats have become a whole way of life.  My time and sanity saving blown-out bob? Nope. Afro.  Trusty twist-out? Nope. Frizz-out.  Roller-sets? Bushy mess. Which is why 99% of the time you can find me under the magnificent situation pictured above, serving Ms. Jackson Rhythm Nation like the pic up top, or in a forgiving and kinda-chic side swoop, like this.  Das it.

I'm still #TeamEdges so I'm mindful of making sure my hats aren't too tight, and that they don't snag my hair.  I also switch it up as often as possible... I never bun or pony-tail in the same place for long, I switch up hat styles and placement, and try to rock 'out-styles' whenever possible.  I'm using Ouidad's Anti-Humidity Gel with a little luck (for my flat twist-outs), and rock raw shea butter on all my slickbacks-- nothing else holds or works once I hit my balcony or front door.

The hats are doing double-duty, too.  The sun is a beast and since I'm on the beach, meditating, or walking at least once a day, I've been serious about protecting my fresh :)  In addition to my hat and shades, I religiously rock sunscreen (UNSEEN by Supergoop-- no residue, greasiness, or whitecast, EVER), and do my best to stay out of the sun between 10 and 2.

I'll be sharing other teachable moments (and favorite things), soon!

Love you guys!
Nik