I’m a happy bunny today. I discovered
that my hair is now long enough to make into plaits. Good, old-school plaits. I
now look like a WW2 evacuee with an education.
It reminds me of when I was
younger and my year 6 teacher used to hold onto my plaits and pretend she was
driving a motorbike. I guess using them as handles would be quite useful if you
had to urgently jump onto the back of a plait-haired person who had suddenly
been blinded by a rogue jam-attack and guide them to safety away from the ravenous darkness of the cavernous ravine of DOOM…
Alternatively, plaits are also useful if the crimper you bought in 1997 has been lost or given up the ghost.
In primary school, I used to
plan out all the possible ‘’do’s I could make for myself. I drew them all out
in diagram form and made meticulous notes on which was suitable for which day. At
the time I thought I was the trend
setter, the envy of my classmates, an enigma which awed my teachers with the
ribbons in my hair, glittery striped tights and Dr Martin shoes. Now, with
humility, I realise I just looked like I’d been assaulted by Lady GaGa's Christmas Tree.
Anyway, I think I should buy
some decorative ribbons, or those hairbands with the oversized poms-poms on in
offending shades of pre-teen lilac or pink to complete my new look. Or the giant zebra
(not zebra print actually a small
zebra) bobble I wore in my year 7 photo- you can see one black and white leg
posing just behind my ear.
Now it’s time to relive the
glory of those past good old days. YES!