But I Smile Anyway…

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!