Once I figured out that I had no hair skills, I settled on one of two hair styles between which I have alternated over the last 40 years. The beauty was that each required only one implement (and no product) to achieve; on the left, a look I like to call my "Skater-boy Bob," and on the right, a little number I like to call "The Brillo Pad." I needed only a comb with which to achieve my razor-sharp part for the one, and for the other (believe it or not), just a hair pick:

My plan was always to distract people from my hair with my snappy eye wear.
To Emily's credit, she had it styled a lot "hipper," but I came home and fussed with it until I had achieved tidy, grandmotherly perfection.
Today is a good hair day!
Thank you, Emily W.!
***On a side note, why do self-photos always look like they were taken in a fun house and, yes...I know I am looking more like Grandma every day.















