Hair Ties, Clips and Bows

My name is Kailyn. I am not usually fussy about how my hair looks. A quick brush through in the morning, and I am set for the day. I usually prefer the natural look versus the well groomed look. Something about the constriction that hair ties and other non essential hair gizmos gives, usually drives me crazy. I like feeling the wind taking my hair where it wishes.

Not this day though, I was in one of those moods. You know how it is I’m sure. The hair just had to be tied down. It could not be any other way. I had a picture in my head of what I wanted to look like and I was going with it. I wanted to take every one of my wild hairs and put them in their place. The wind was not going to mess with me today.

Mom always seems to understand what I need in the morning. So when I began to hand her hair ties, she was shocked. After the first ten hair ties, my Mom looked puzzled. I had never allowed that many before.

Next came the hair clips. I added ten more of them, one at a time. Mom called my Dad in to see the creation. They both looked at me with wonder in their eyes. Wondering what I was up to, I guess.

Then a set of ten bows was handed over. Slowly, the look I was seeking was taking shape. There was a long ways to go though. I handed over more hair ties, big ones, small ones, skinny ones, large wide ones. You name it, in my hair they went.

I began to point out areas that required attention, and my Mom would put them there. Soon the large supply was used up. Over two hundred gizmos were now holding my hair in place.

A final look in the mirror, and I was satisfied. My hair was exactly as I had pictured it should be today. Now I could get on with my day. My sister Lainy’s hair would have to be styled with the natural look for once. As for me, I simply looked beautiful.

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