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Shelter-at-home Hair

I have short hair.  I have had a short hairstyle for over 30 years.  My hair is fine and thin.  There was a time many years ago when I tried to grow my hair.  I wanted long hair so much.   I grew it, I curled it, I permed it (I know!), and it still was fine and thin.  It just stuck to my head without a ton of product.  So I accepted that a short style was the way for me to go.  I grew to love short hair and my stylist cuts it perfectly. 

 Now, I have been without a haircut for 4 months and counting and I have more of a mess than a hairstyle.  I can handle it looking messy and sticking out at strange places.  What is bothering me is that it hangs in my face, gets caught in my glasses, my mask, and my headset.

 It is not long enough to put in any sort of ponytail or any kind of tail.  Not that I have the hair accessories to do that.  Short hair doesn’t requie any of that.  I tried a bobby pin and a barrette but they slid out. Then I tried a big rubber band as a headband.  That was worse.  I feel unkempt.  I finally found a headband and while it is not a great look, it is out of my face!!!

 I have been paying close attention to male talk show hosts and guests with hair sticking up or curling behind the ears.  Even with all the tools at their disposal and whatever they have learned in years in makeup and hair chairs, their hair is messy too.  I know that I am not the only one going without a haircut.

 And, I know that not getting a haircut is hardly a sacrifice.  It is inconvenient, it is uncomfortable, it is at times funny.   I don’t know how much longer we will be in this situation but as the shelter orders have been extended another 6 weeks I better get used to it.

 Maybe by then my hair will be long enough for a ponytail – pigtails? 


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