We don’t have a Christmas tree. And I have a sneaking suspicion that the lack of opportunity for decoration has manifested itself in other places. Like, oh I don’t know, my hair maybe?
When I was in high school there was a strict “No Exotic Hairstyles” rule. Yeah, I don’t really like rules too much so I made it my personal mission to get as exotic as I could. I’m talking coat hangers, bread ties, bamboo skewers, barbed wire crown, fake dreadlocks…whatever I could get in my hair, I put there. My hair was about to my butt too, so we’re talking a lot of real estate.
On one particular occasion I was called to the office and told to remove the variety of clips I had spent the better half of the morning “clipping” in there. When I removed them all, I counted 52. 52 clips. On my way out the office lady and I shared a look which said, “See you tomorrow? Yeah, see you tomorrow.”
I was the veritable John Bender of hair.
Oh man. “I was the veritable John Bender of hair.” That may just be the best line that I’ve ever written. I need that on a badge or a Tshirt or something.
Clips: Oh you know, everywhere
Top: Valley girl
Dress Melrose Ave
Broaches: Gift & Polka Dot Rabbit