Stand up if you remember Witch Hazel! She’s one of my favorite Looney Toons characters– mostly because it just cracks me up how she leaves hairpins hanging in the air behind her when she takes off on her broomstick. I can’t explain it, it just makes me grin every time. I’m grinning even thinking of it now!
Earlier this year we went through a phase where we could almost find Chloe by following the trail of hairpins– at various times we found them on the sidewalk outside our door, we spotted them at the bus stop, and of course we found them throughout the house. She was in cross country, so running all the time– and I had a fun little mental image of her taking off at a run and bobby pins flying out behind her. I’m not sure if I shared that with her, because I didn’t want her to think I was comparing her to a witch… and also to avoid bringing up the fact that she was using all those hair pins because we hadn’t managed to get her a haircut in a ridiculously long time. (Why do some things just seem so hard when you’re in a new place?)
We did finally get her a haircut, and the bobby pin sightings abated. Now I’m the one using hair pins. My hair is ridiculous– don’t even get me started. I haven’t had it cut since July. There. I confessed it. I look like crap and I just can’t bring myself to book an appointment or walk in somewhere. Maybe today will be the day. But anyway, these hairpins… they are everywhere! I don’t think I’m shedding them as I walk through life each day, but there is a little pile by my sink in the bathroom, there’s another little pile by the bedroom mirror where I do my makeup. I think they procreate.
Yesterday we had a tedious commute home from school. Buses were quite full and rather hot and smelly (I know I shouldn’t name names, but, ugh!, those Number 13 buses always kind of make me gag the whole ride). The kids were tired, and my body actually hurt from tennis clinic earlier in the day. When we finally stumbled off our own C11 bus at the stop just across the street, I did the cursory belongings check (got backpacks? jackets? my phone?). Then, glancing down, I spotted a bobby pin on the sidewalk.
It made me smile.
And a smile can put a hairpin turn in your day. Try it!
I’m walking out in a few minutes to do a bit of shopping– hoping to find some little goodies to take back to the States next week for friends. Maybe, just maybe, I will stop dithering and walk in somewhere for a haircut. Even a bad one would be better than the ignominy (wow! where did that word come from?) of returning to Marblehead without having accomplished this basic task in 8 months. Too bad I don’t have enough hair for the style I’m thinking of: remember the principal’s secretary in Ferris Buehler’s Day Off? It would sure be handy to have a hair-do in which you can stow an endless supply of pencils– or maybe even the keys!
Just finished a Nespresso Americano with milk. Thanks for indulging my silly train of thought over coffee this morning. Have a great day– Cheer-i-o!
[…and she dashes off, leaving several bobby pins hanging in the cloud of smoke from her quick exit…]