If there is one thing the fashionistas agree on, it is the universal contempt for the hair accessory known as the scrunchy. You know, that stretchy ponytail holder that comes in every color of the rainbow and multiple fabric choices from velveteen to tshirt knit to lace. From Glamour to Cosmo, disdain reigns. Last night as I was getting in my weekend fix of Sex and the City*, Carrie and Berger suffered a relationship crisis that centered on, of all things, a scrunchy. If for no other reason than to fly in the face of being fashionable, which my everyday choice of clothing confirms anyway, I have taken up a love affair with the scrunchy. I own a drawerful of them. And I vow from this day forward to have one in my possession at all times. In my hair, on my wrist or maybe hiding in my purse, I will carry the hated rescuer of bad hair situations with me. And to annoy the fashion-conscious even further, I will color-coordinate said scrunchy with my outfit! Civil disobedience, at least as far as fashion is concerned, is alive and well in South Dakota.
* Season 6/Part 1/Episode 4, Pick-a-Little, Talk-a-Little
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I have a hair tie. It's blak.
Then the fashion police will probably leave you alone.
I saw the title of your post in my reader and knew immediately where your were in the SATC series! A friend of mine made a boatload of scrunchies with leftover upholstery (weirdest word to spell) to sell in the 90's. I love the Scrünci brand hair-ties a ton!
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