It was one of those great hair days! The moment the rollers were out and I had shaken my head to get a look at the effect I knew....My God!! A Good Hair Day!
That was until I began the work day by opening the front door at 630am to dash to the car. It was snowing. And the wind was blowing fiercely. So much for my hair. It was attacked and destroyed in moments, whipped into a frenzy and full of so much static that it was standing straight up trying to touch the ceiling of the car.
When I arrived at work and hiked the equivalent of half a football field to get in the side door, it was all over.
There was a gathering of the women in the front office removing the coats and gloves, telling the horror stories of the trip in, fighting traffic and slick spots and slow downs.
Every one's hair was a mess.
"If I ruled the world I would start a new trend. All women would shave their heads and to hell with hair!"
There was much agreement. "I would wrap my head in colorful scarves and love it!"
"I would collect wigs like shoes. Today I'll be blond, tomorrow a red head. Next Thursday, I'll have long hair, then on Friday I'll have curly pink hair."
I love it!!
The thought of not having to spend incredible amounts of time on my head to only have the North Wind laugh at me is intoxicating.
To open my closet and choose a wig. Ahhhhh....that would be heaven!