I thought this morning, as my hair was getting in my face, that perhaps some bobby pins would help. Or a headband of some sort. "Oh look," I think, "I have this one right here...it doesn't really go with my casual attire, but oh well...maybe it's cute anyway?"
While I was getting coffee at work today, our Health and Wellness Editor looks at me with concern... "What's going on with your head?" he says.
I realize he might be talking about my maybe-cute-maybe-not headband.
"There's a flower on my headband," I say.
"Oh, I thought it was a bunch of gauze or something," Editor says.
There's nothing to dispel your notion of something being fashionable quite like the feedback of an educated adult who thinks your attempt at feminine cuteness is a horrific head wound. At least it will stop the bleeding.
