I due into the recesses of my closet tonight and what did I find?
Every single hair schrunchie known to woman. I’m serious. I had long hair for years. I collected these things. When I chopped my hair off some years back, I didn’t have the heard to get rid of them. I even bought scrunchie hangers — thus the reason they are so well-preserved in my closet.
As I look at them, it’s almost a trip down memory lane. There’s a Tommy one. A Tweety bird one. Ones of every color imaginable. I have plain ones. Fancy ones. Ones with beads. Ones with ribbons and sparkles. Winnie the Pooh. Fuzzy ones. Rough ones. Velvet ones. Fringed ones. Old ones. Broken ones — ones I didn’t have the heart to get rid of.
Today, I wore my hair in a ponytail to work — first time in many years. While it was a bit messy and I had fly-aways — it felt good.
I’m so excited to dig out my scrunchies and wear some of them, though my hair is going to have to get a few inches longer before I’m able to wear those without having a pom pon-looking thing sticking out of the back of my head.
Yay for long hair! (or long-er anyway!)
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