Chronicles of Schofield

I’m losing hair. I do this every time I have a baby. We’re talking handfuls folks. But to make things even sexier, I haven’t colored or cut my hair since family pictures in July (see photo below). Help me oh goddess of beauty wherever you are. Sprinkle magic thickening dust onto my crown and grace me with glowing beams of blonde highlights that don’t cost as much as my phone, internet and cable bill combined. What if I just let my hair grow out au naturale Crystal Gale style, would that be crusty?




That’s my brother Jairus- his hair is always fabulous, although the “peroxide, shocked by putting finger in the outlet” look isn’t always my favorite for him. He is a strapping young man with a heart of gold. Talk about talent- he can do flowers, hair, photography, style, music, interpretive dancing, and the occasional stand-up comedy routine- he really blows me away. Sorry about the creepy prom night picture pose- we couldn’t resist what with matching shirts and all. He was rubbing the Buddha belly for good luck- that’s Tade in there you know.