I still love my Scrunchies.
They are great for the realities of ponytails. The reality vs. what we see in magazines, that is. Lovely neat but messy creations. Must last all of 4 minutes before the hairbrush guy and the hairspray guy have to fight it out for reconstruction rights. Don’t models or celebrities ever touch their heads? I’m not a savage and I still touch my head. A lot. Which means then I have to pull out the elastic, run a brush through my hair, and put the elastic back in. Scrunchies forgive me for touching my head. Thanks guys.
Here we run into the problem. At 50, you don’t have youth any more to compensate. As in, my hair elastic is plain brown? No, problem, I’ll just be young over here and you will forget. As in, my hair elastic is over-stretched and wisps of hair float round my face? No problem, I will just be YOUNG over here, and you will forget. All that fluid still plumping cheeks and redding lips on the young has magic powers. Never forget.
So I was looking for something with a little teeny bit more style. Here’s what I found. It’s called a Hair Glove. In leather.
Um, well, more style, yes. Maybe not MY style. Although I am a firm believer in an open mind, the time when I might have found my inner biker chick has probably passed.
Etsy has some cute things. But again, cute, 50, my inner Grande Dame rebels.
Or, from Carolee. Hey, pearls! I’m on board.
Then I went to yoga. And, everyone knows, yoga is not really for spiritual growth, or calming the mind, or even sweating. It’s for buying cute clothes so you can pretend to be doing yoga. At the yoga studio I found this.
Edited: Ha! The yoga studio hair elastics have a website…