Do you ever wish for something else?
The Tousled, The Straight and The Curly
What is it with us women
Never happy with our lot
If you’re flat you want to be curvy
Yet the curvy ones hate their bot!
My gripe is my hair
A head of springs since I was wee
And yet I would lament
And wish for all the straight hair that I’d see
Once old enough to grapple
With a straightening device
I desperately tried to iron them out
But my curls were hard to entice
Then a visit to the salon
Gave me locks so silky and straight
I swished my hair, here and there
I sure thought I looked great!
But no one told me what would happen
In the dead of the night...
The hair fairy must have come
I woke up and looked a fright!
No more swishy, straightened hair
But rather, a wavy mess
Oh no! My silky hair had gone
I felt more than a little distress.
But then I calmed it with my fingers
And it didn’t seem so bad
Tousled waves looked back at me
Not frizz - for that I was glad!
Ad then I washed it – Dear God!
All that ironing was in vain
For all the bouncy, springy curls
Had reappeared once again!
It was then, I realised that I must
Embrace just what I had
And be thankful that I have all three looks
Three for one – now, that ain’t bad!
The straight for if I need sophistication
The tousled for smart casual time
But the curls, all bouncy, out of control
Well, yes, that’s me – They’re mine!
Ritu 2019
See, this is the kind of thing that appears in my notebook, when I am left unattended!
I’m sitting in the rather plush canteen at my Hubby Dearest’s work. I have been his driver (Yes, Driving Mr Hoppalong, rather than Miss Daisy), bringing him to his office for the first time in nearly two months, and though I am surrounded by editing papers, kindle and laptop, this was what bubbled to the surface of my mind!
Hope you enjoy!
