Yep! It’s Me!
Sydney, 1941

My hair!  It’s the bane of my existence.  Always has been.  It is fine, curly (or used to be), and frizzes up with the least bit of humidity.  When I was young, my mother struggled (and I endured) putting it up in “kid-leather hair curlers” so that I would have perfect corkscrew curls on special occasions.  They lasted (sometimes) long enough for a picture to be taken.  Otherwise, it was a disaster.

I’ve learned, in all the years since, that I can depend on regular styling and cuts by a fabulous hairdresser or I can let it grow long enough to put it in a French Twist if I’m patient, or in a plain old bun if not. Right now, of course, I can do nothing but wait impatiently for it to grow.  And complain.  I do that regularly and loudly.  Nyel’s answer:  “Get a hairnet!”

Ruth Buzzi’s “Laugh-In” Look

His suggestion immediately conjures up the image of Ruth Buzzi on “Laugh In” and, somehow, in this context it no longer seems funny to me.  If I’m outside, I find that a hat helps keep these wispy gray locks contained.  Inside the house… good old-fashioned bobby pins and patience.  I tell myself daily that, if this is my only complaint, I am truly blessed.  (And, don’t tell Nyel, but I am seriously considering the Ruth Buzzi look.  I wonder if he’ll notice…)