A can of hairspray is an amazing thing. Obedience in a can. She buys it
by the case. Her hair doesn't seem to behave, so she gets out her Mega
4X and sprays and sprays. A cloud of ozone fumes encapsulate her being,
but the effect is exactly what she wants today. Straight, stiff hair.
Even the brush rebels but her will is stronger than any brush. She
twists, turns and pins her hair to the style that is in the picture.
Perfection.
She looks in the mirror. Putting her hands to her hair, it feels almost
mummified. She shakes her head back and forth but there is no movement.
So fake. Frowning in the mirror, she pulls out the hairpins and jumps
in the shower.
This morning, she had her crowning glory of beautiful auburn hair. Now
what does she have? A frizzy, puffy mess!
This "can" of style
has walked its
very last mile!!
