Coiffures While Commuting

Dare I say it? I seek and admire other gals’ hairstyles while I commute on the Metra train.

I can’t be the only one who does this. Certainly, we can all spot a hairstyle that we envy. Be it short, medium or long. Curly, straight, kinky or wavy. Smooth as satin or even with a bit of messy frizz. It’s all open to my admiration as I ride the morning train, feeling a less than happy with my own coiffure.

Merriam Webster defines the following…

I do try my best each day to style or arrange my hair into the best that it can be. Naturally, a lot depends on the weather or whether I’ve shampooed and conditioned the evening before.

Still, I’m never quite happy with my personal results. It’s never as stunning as when I leave my hair stylist on a Saturday morning after she’s worked her magic with the blow dryer and curling iron.

Obviously, my stylist has lots of potions to add to the beauty of her clients’ hair. That’s par for the course. Plus, she’s professionally trained in styling to make her patrons look their best. That’s why I keep returning to her every six weeks.

Alas, my own skills are lacking in the hair department. I won’t bore you with the nitty gritty details here. Let’s just say, hair styling is not one of my strengths. I don’t have the patience or time to deal with the intricacies of attractive styling.

That’s where watching others comes in. The daily grind of commuting becomes quite ho hum and dreary, so sometimes I simply watch the parade of people as they stream by (a/k/a People Watching).

I see lots of interesting hairstyles. There are those who got 99% of it right, except for that wee bit at the very back center of their head. No worries — I’m guilty of that as well. It’s difficult to reach back there with a comb or brush.

Last week I watched as a girl applied what appeared to be a smoothing balm to her hair, which was pulled back into a chignon. What new product was this? I wondered to myself. I immediately pulled out my phone and found a similar hair balm on Amazon. Will this tame my own frizzies? Probably not.

I also keep an eye out for cute styles to copy for myself. I surreptitiously take photos of fellow commuters, holding my cell phone just so as I sneak a quick pic of their coif.

Snap, snap, snap. I keep taking pictures of those I admire.

My daughter tells me its shameful, taking photos of people without their permission.

It’s all in the name of beauty, I tell her.

After all, I simply must keep up with the trends.

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Thank you for reading ~ PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST