We’ve been in a drought here in Eastern Massachusetts, and I decided a few weeks ago that I would try to take very short showers with no hair washing and do minimal laundry. My hair has gotten long enough now that I can put it up in a clip and let it be messy and frankly, I have been liking it. I think I like it because I’ve been styling my short hair just about every morning for maybe twenty years now, and I’m dead sick and tirt of doing it.
Remember in “Friends With Money” when Frances McDormand’s character just stops washing her hair because she’s into menopause and she’s just had it? That’s kind of how I feel. But when someone finally says to me, “Vicki, that hair does NOT look cute and messy, it looks greasy and spinsterish and Girl you need serious help from Mr. Redken,” I can say, “I’m doing it for the ENVIRONMENT!”
I know I have advised us all against wearing hideous plastic clips in our hair and believe me, I wouldn’t DARE preach with one, or attend an ordination in one as I have seen some of my female colleagues do. I’m not that far gone. But I do at this moment have my hair pulled up into a plastic CLAW and I just want you to know that I am therefore egregiously violating my own beauty advice and counsel.
When I start wearing these, it’s time to stage an intervention:
On the other hand, wouldn’t this be pretty for a low, smooth Sunday morning ponytail?