Nothing really stands out… but I hate coming home at the end of the day only to find some foreign object (i.e. leaf, lint, product booger) hanging out with my curls.
I spend the next few minutes torturing myself– mentally retracing my steps, trying to remember where I’d been, and who would’ve seen it. I then silently curse the folks who didn’t tell me, and finally,attempt to convince myself that it must have *just* found it’s way to my head. No worries, lol.