On the one hand, i am so loving the fact that my hair is the longest it has been in decades. Ditto that, since July (and the final eradication of most of the local testosterone) it has suddenly sprung back to life…and is growing at a rate also not seen in ages.
Hair, though, is not without its problems, and it is now reaching a stage where it needs taming or very definitely putting in its place.
1. There is the mealtime problem. A nod of the head and suddenly, i have not so much a mouthful of hair, as two strands caught up in whatever i am eating. Which is almost more annoying than the full mouthful. On account of you have to pry them out from your teeth individually.
2. Syrup. No, really: real syrup, as opposed to the Cockney rhyming version.
As in syrup on bread for breakfast this morning – a rare instance of comfort eating after a minor (!) household upheaval. More on that after the weekend. For now, though, in case anyone is worried: it is not so much emotional, as utility related.
The issue here is syrup in hair. Mmmm!
Obviously the simple act of lifting bread to mouth without encountering a wayward flick of hair en route was beyond me. Ugh! Especially after i washed it yesterday.
I have now damped it down and combed it out as best i can.
I shall be surveying the hair accessories counter at Boots later in the day.
(Oh: and for all those who like to be helpful about this sort of thing, what would you recommend? Hair is basically shoulder length, fine, and given to going all wispy and wind-blown at the drop of a hat. Not QUITE long enough for bunching…though almost. Suggestions, suggestions…hopefully age-appropriate suggestions….welcome.