“scHAIRY” stories πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ‘€πŸ˜±

Every woman’s hairMARE! A bobby pin missing the soft plastic ball coverings at the tips!!!!!!

When forced to use one, because options are non-existent…one’s eyes water, as they manage to stab the heck out of their scalp to the skull, while putting the pin in place.πŸ”ͺπŸ”ͺπŸ”ͺ

They are useless then, (aside from crafting with). I am always scavenging my floor, closets, for bobby pins. I lose them as quickly as I buy them…or…the tips lose their protective coverings. I search for BP’s like a person searches for loose change under a couch cushion.

And then, I see one! THEE, excitement…

7 steps from me, next to lego pieces and an annoying trail of “Goldfish crackers” with their heads bitten off. As I get a little closer, my excitement begins to die down.

A malfunctioning bobby pin!?

Ah! Yes! Humidity. The Buckeye state is a humid place during the Summer, which for many of us curly girls, that means our hair doubles in size. πŸ˜€ I remember in High School, when I was not yet confident of my curly hair, and did not know how to manage it yet, but trying to gain courage, I was walking through the hall with my big hair *free. A kid from a classroom yelled to me;

“You look like LION!!”

It was so horrifying😱.

Me. EVERYday! πŸ˜€

Bobby pins stalk my life, then tease me, then leave me. Then I’m at the store a month later buying 100 more. We have an unhealthy relationship.

I had to learn to “love me” before I could love my hair. I still have days where my hair has a mind of its own. Like it’s……ALIVE!

Sometimes, when things like pens and pencils go missing, I feel around my head, [true story]….my hair has become a holding area for “missing things”. The pens and pencils are usually used to hold my hair in buns……πŸ˜„

If I’m sweating….straightened hair is DONE! It curls right back up. I have spent 2 hours straightening my hair, and then I’m fanning myself because the heat of the bathroom and the straightener combined, is trouble, only for THIS to happen, after all of that work…

Someone once asked me: “Your hair is so pretty. How do you get it like that?”

Me: I just shake my head in the morning.

<<<LAUGHTER>>> Everyone just laughs at my statement.

Me: [trying to figure out, what’s so funny] and then sliding into confused laughter.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜•

If my son is not scared straight from tiny rolling balls of random hair, at least once a week…..then there is a monthly scare.


Me, turning around in shock to look…and noticing…Nah! It was just a ball of hair that rolled as the wind of his body made it move, when he walked past. Poor guy. LOLOLOLOL!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Me: <<<Cracking up!!!!!>>>πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


Every day, there is a hair moment. Either a good one or a scary one there is no in between. As I’m getting older, my hair has decided that it loves the color red, instead of gray. (Thanks Grandmom❀) And big hair and “curls” are just so much a part of my personality, that I don’t know what I would do with any other type of hair.

Appreciate what God gave you; bone straight, frizzy, course, thick, thin, big, small, wavy, curly, long, short and those whom have lost their hair, this is your category also😘….. He loves your look.πŸ’“