Hats . . . again!

On Friday afternoon my sister called in to see me which was nice, we don't see nearly enough of each other.  Having read my Hats blog she had brought me a gift.  It was one of those sporty looking headbands that are shaped at the sides to accommodate your ears.  She explained that she wore it for skiing which I knew because I remembered seeing a rather stunning photo of her, clearly on the piste (well isn't that what they call it?), wearing said headband.  She looked like a celebrity, with her lovely straight, white smile, dark glasses and skiing sticks??.  Anyway, I had to wait a little while until the house was empty before I took the new headband upstairs to give it a go.  I decided that, as with any piece of sporting attire it needed to be adorned casually and in an easy manner that enabled one to do it mid-conversation, without the need for a mirror.

I got into character. . . Take one, I imagined I was at the start of some run or another, deep in conversation with my new running chums, no doubt discussing the virtues of the mid-sole support system, when I would whip out my headband and drag it nonchalantly over my head.  I took a crafty look in the mirror and took it off immediately.  I looked like a Welsh international about to enter a scrum at Twickenham!.  It was so tight that it pushed my eyebrows down until they nearly met my eyelids, the flatness of the top half of my head was in stark contrast with the roundness of the bottom half and looked, to put it mildly, idiotic.  There had to be another way to wear this thing . . .

Take two, back into character, this time I hung the band around my neck like it had just grown there, at an opportune moment (when I had everyone's attention) I flung my head forward, pulled up the band, under my hair and threw my head back again glancing a peek in the mirror - I looked like a carrot! all I needed was to dye my hair green, wear an orange catsuit and I had my costume but, even had I wanted to wear a costume on the big day going as a vegetable hadn't been among my short-list of possibilities.

OK, this was serious now, I scoured the house for as many hair grips as I could find and gripped all my hair back, anticipating that it will grow before April I decided that I could wear it in a pony tail which, if pulled tightly enough also gave the added advantage of giving some of the attributes of a DIY facelift - that surprised kind of look!.  Once again I pulled up the headband, I was no longer in character, this would require hours of work in the mirror and a couple of cans of hairspray.  Again, bitter disappointment, I had been going for Katie Price but was getting more Les Dawson!.

I have now put the headband away and decided to try it again when I have some make up on, maybe it needs mascara.  For now though, I'm back to the bright blue ear-muffs, which reminds me - I had best get out there, 20 minutes to get run this morning!