I didn't wash my hair today.
So today it was pretty gnarly. I wet it down and messed it around. For about three seconds I toyed with going out among the English with it completely amok. But it was more Crazy Old Lady than Breezy-Tousled Carefree. If you know what I mean.
I half liked it.
Then I remembered her. The Lipstick Lady . When I was growing up, there was a thirty-something-year-old mentally ill woman who lived out of her station wagon. She wore her lipstick all over her mouth. The kind of woman who would yell things at you if you glanced in her direction?
I smoothed my hair down just a little.
Sometimes after a long day of mothering I feel a little too close to crazy. And there is no need to tempt my inner Lipstick.