It might be that I'm overreacting
Something terrible has happened: I've lost my hairband.
It just fell off while I was deplaiting my hair, and landed somewhere random in my room, and I'll never see it again.
"But IB," I'm pretty damn certain you're saying, "you have more hair than God. surely you have more than one hairband?"
Well, first of all: that's not a given. I lose hairbands a lot, and buying them would be one of those activities Daily Mail writers seem to think is a required activity to maintain uterus ownership which I consistently fail to carry out. So actually, I don't own that many hairbands.
But let me tell you about this hairband, and perhaps you'll understand the import of the occasion.
This wasn't one of those usual weirdly coloured elastic things with hair tearing metal clasps, this was a transparent plastic band that was almost invisible when in, staying put and provided me with hours of occupation working out all the twists and kinks and making it lie straight. Hours of amusement, I'm telling you. It was quality plait restraint, I'm telling you.
Most importantly, this is a hairband that I stole from Bing while in Chicago, and have worn pretty much every day since then.
Woe.
It just fell off while I was deplaiting my hair, and landed somewhere random in my room, and I'll never see it again.
"But IB," I'm pretty damn certain you're saying, "you have more hair than God. surely you have more than one hairband?"
Well, first of all: that's not a given. I lose hairbands a lot, and buying them would be one of those activities Daily Mail writers seem to think is a required activity to maintain uterus ownership which I consistently fail to carry out. So actually, I don't own that many hairbands.
But let me tell you about this hairband, and perhaps you'll understand the import of the occasion.
This wasn't one of those usual weirdly coloured elastic things with hair tearing metal clasps, this was a transparent plastic band that was almost invisible when in, staying put and provided me with hours of occupation working out all the twists and kinks and making it lie straight. Hours of amusement, I'm telling you. It was quality plait restraint, I'm telling you.
Most importantly, this is a hairband that I stole from Bing while in Chicago, and have worn pretty much every day since then.
Woe.