The Best Scrunchie
My hair is thick and wild and prone to tangles and usually long, like really long, down to my waist. When I was a little girl, my mum didn’t let me wear it down very often because the result of that was often a painful evening as she tried to brush conditioner through the thick matts of hair that seemed to appear in a day of running through fields and climbing up trees, for the wind to reach his fingers through my golden locks and twist them into an unsolveable puzzle. As a result of living in a house with two girls who would daily insist on bunches, plaits, plaited bunches, ponytails and pigtails (graduating to Bjork style space buns by our teens), hair bands were at a premium. A common argument would be that the hairband in one sisters’ hair might belong to the other. I remember how much I loved my burgundy velvet scrunchie, some time in the late 80s or early 90s. I thought it the epitome of chic, and my sister certainly couldn’t borrow it! The elastic wasn’t great and it couldn’
