Jeep Hair

We became a two-Jeep family last week, and although Michael was insistent that he get a Wrangler with a hardtop, he wants to take it off to enjoy our oppressively sunny Spokane summer. This is fine for him (no hair), and Farmergirl (really really short hair) . . . but the two of them were laughing themselves silly as we drove down the road with the top still on, and the windows open–with my Medusa hair whipping around in the wind.

I made them take me to the mall, because I was sure there was a headshop in there (there isn’t), and I thought I could find a funky scarf. Farmergirl, being a tween, loves the mall. Michael would rather poke his eyes out with pointy sticks than go, but such is the price of driving around topless. Anyway, I wanted something more than a doo-rag, because I have a head as round, inspiring, and cute as a bowlingball, or maybe a pumpkin.

We ended up in all the outrigger stores, and finally settled on this scarf, from the TJMaxx.

Which, today, I learned to tie. There’s a Jewish headcovering website called Tznius that has all kinds of cool ways to tie scarves. So now we can drive all over in the topless Jeep, and I don’t have to whack off all my hair. (Probably could have used this last Friday for Shabbat).

This is the point where I confess my sociological fascination with some of the more anti-feminist, post post modern thinking about marriage and family life, and point you toward Domestic Felicity, Ladies Against Feminism, and the Modest Swimsuit Movement.

I have some thoughts on this, but not enough brain cells to rub together and write them right now.