October 18, 2005
The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On the Plain
My hair, while gorgeous, is a pain in the butt. There's the washing and conditioning and drying and straightening -- the detangler, the creme, the shine mist. I love how it looks when I wear it down, but I hate it in my face. It tickles.
So every now and then, I throw the whole mess in a ponytail and forget about it. But even that flops in my face and itches my neck. I've always wished I could wear a bun or something, but I'm not 87 years old.
Last weekend, I found the solution in Door County. Yes, you are completely justified to shudder at the thought of finding any hair solution in Door County. And yes, it is made out of leather and wood.
It's one of those contraptions from the 70's with the leather web-like thing and the wooden stick that goes thru it. You're supposed to wind up your hair, put the web-thing over it, then put the stick thru the web then the mass of hair then the other side of the web, to hold the whole thing close to your scalp. Would have been worn with a crocheted top and embroidered bell-bottoms.
It doesn't resemble an actual hair-do on me so much as it does a deceased ferret. But my hair is outta my face, and I don't have to look at the ferret, so I don't care.
One of the other secretaries on my side of the office is just the kindest, sunniest person, and she says to me, "You look so elegant with your hair up like that!"
Meanwhile, I'm sportin' a Gap hoodie and wondering, "What the hell is this on my pants?"
Yup. Practically a lady.
Comments
Sounds like the hairnet I used to have to wear when I worked at a candy shop. Do I get pixies if I say you look pretty?
Posted by: Billi at October 19, 2005 02:00 PM