Saturday’s word-of-the-day was, “Elflocks.” It refers to a tangled mess of hair. Such a cute word! It might make a person feel good about her unruly locks, boost her confidence, inspire her to search for different answers to the situation. My mom always called it, “a rat’s nest.” That totally uninspiring term meant painful combing and brushing to tame.
It’s true. I woke with a bed head mess often, so much so that my father actually noticed when I got my hair cut and styled in eighth grade – perhaps the first time ever in my young life. Those home perms also did nothing to remedy the situation, but they were a heck of a lot of fun to give and get! Of course, my mom brushed and curled my hair and it always looked good when she was in charge, but at some point I had to take over.
Then, voila! Layering and Farrah Fawcett waves! Oh my. That attempt “fell flat“ a few times, but the layering seemed to stick. My hair really is better without all of it joining me for the morning brush-and-roll routine. (Wait, wasn’t that the name of the painting company we hired ten years ago? Yes, it was!)
Perhaps all of the yanking and brushing stimulated my brain cells, allowing me to recall such important facts, like the name of a presumably-now-defunct painting company. I’ll keep that in mind as I tame the tresses yet again before throwing them atop my noggin where no one sees them.