One of the biggest struggles in my life is unfortunately being responsible for trying to take care of my unbelievably huge, frizzy, and horridly curly hair. No matter how hard I try to tame it, to sleek it down, to somehow make it look decent it just simply does not behave!
I declare it has a mind of its own. I can leave the house looking half way decent, but on our way to get to where we're going my hair takes on a mind of it's own. Some of it decides to go one direction, while the rest divide up any other available directions to explore.
Indeed limericks similar to this one by Edward Lear could be written about my hair.
There was an old man with a beard
Who said it is just as I feared
Two owls and a wren
Four larks and a hen
Have all built their nest in my beard.
Not that having bushy hair isn't bad enough but lately these well-meaning elderly ladies at church keep hobbling up to me, patting my shoulders fondly and smilingly say things like, "Your hair isn't that bad" and "when I was a teen I used to roll my hair up in orange soda cans" and some of them even had the audacity to say "Well you won't need a perm when you're older". I mean really!
I think that if this outrage keeps up I just might have to show up to church with orange soda cans in my hair and see what they have to say about that!