This is my new friend. It’s a hair fork. But you knew that. It lets me do this.
In case you are thinking, “Oh that looks complicated,” here’s what, it’s not. Behold the instructions. I pull my hair back with one hand, as though for a high ponytail. Then I hold the ponytail and twist. Just before the twist starts to kink, I wrap it around the place where a rubber band would be. If, of course, this were a ponytail, which it isn’t. Then I take the fork in my free hand, turn it upside down with the curve of the prongs facing away from me, dig it into the top of the formed bun, and then flip it so the tine are now pointing down and curved towards my head.. Then I gently wiggle it back down through my hair next to my scalp, until firmly imbedded. In my hair, not my scalp. You’d think I didn’t need to say that, but given my lack of small coordination, in fact, I do.
For the first time in my adult life I can put my hair up with relative ease. What’s more, I can put my hair back up, once I’ve inevitably disturbed Version 1.0. I like this ‘do without a collared shirt. Somehow it seems to go better with the slightly artsy vibe of an open neckline. What? To a Sturdy Gal, collarless is close to artsy.
My new friend makes me feel graceful. Even when I’m just going to stomp around in black pants, a loose sweater, and comfortable shoes.
I’d give you a link for purchase, were you so inclined, but I bought the dang thing from a woman at a street craft fair. Perhaps she was a magic hair witch, appearing only once every 100 years. The combination of wood’s lightness with metallic paint is kind of unbeatable.
I will confess one thing. The Nike-style swoosh atop my head? The sort of 1940’s wave? Wholly serendipitous. Couldn’t do it again on purpose. But one should never look the Hair Gods in the mouth. Onwards and literally upwards.