First off — sorry about the repeat send of my LAST post that likely hit your inbox last night. I was messing with my email settings and my email program grabbed my last post automatically and re-sent it. Boo!
On to your regularly scheduled programming!
I’ve kind of been over the headband.
Usually, when I get home from work, my family eats dinner, I put my kids to bed, and the first thing I want to do is rip off my topper.
Not because it’s uncomfortable. Not because it bothers me. Just because it signals to me that it’s time to relax–finally!
But, what’s a girl to do when removing her topper reveals a large patch of scalp? Let’s just hold hands and agree the look isn’t sexy, yes?
I’ve talked about it before, but usually I just throw on a headband. Normally, it’s 100% fine. In fact, here’s what I typically look like:
But, sometimes I just don’t want to deal with it.
Quite frankly, my husband hates the thing. He would much prefer I show my true self in all my glory than wear it.
Deep down, no, he doesn’t care. Just like he doesn’t care that I wear hair.
I chat with my husband throughout the day on an instant messenger-type thing. I’m writing this post at work (shh!) and asked him about this. Here’s what he had to say:
Lauren: Why do you hate my headband? I’m writing a post about it.
Hair Husband: It’s the beige bra of your head.
He spent all of two seconds writing that–he didn’t have to think about it, it just rolled off his tongue.
And it continues:
Lauren: Haha… but you would prefer I wear nothing on my head. It’s not like you are asking for blonde in this circumstance (Lauren edit: i.e. something fun, like my blonde wig). You’d prefer no headband.
Hair Husband: As ironic as it sounds. I like you and your natural state. I have no problems with the topper. No problems with natural. But I prefer your natural state to the headband.
Lauren: I don’t get it. I’m trying to explain to my readers why.
Hair Husband: Uh, do you want me to do a guest post? Hahaha.
Lauren: Definitely not.
Hair Husband: Because I like my wife as she is. That’s why.
There you have it, folks. Not sure that truly answers why, but he’s set in his ways so that’s that.
I’ve been trying to wear my hair sans headband every now and again as a result. I certainly wouldn’t do this if I felt uncomfortable (and he wouldn’t let me if that was the case), but, I can style my hair to hide the majority of my loss.
Dearest readers, do you know what I do?
I give myself a comb-over. 🙂
Ok, it’s not a true comb-over in the least, but I part my hair about another inch over than I normally would and that helps to provide more coverage than my existing part does. Sometimes I throw on a bit of Joan Rivers Great Hair Day Power (color: blonde!) if I notice a spot or two peeking through, but that’s about it.
A quick tease, a spritz of hairspray if necessary, and I’m done.
It’s been kind of nice to not have to wear that headband–but I’m grateful to know that trusty ol’ gal is sitting in my bathroom, waiting for me if I need her.