The Pink Shoe Diaries

***Disclaimer: this author in no way means to disparage or insult scrunchie-wearers. it is a personal choice that differs from person to person.***


Let me just say that I believe there is a time and a place for the scrunchie. These times and places include (and are limited to): in bed (especially after having gotten an expensive blow-out that needs to be maintained for at least 3 days), in the bathroom, around the house when one is cleaning/lounging around in PJs/recovering from a hangover, and in the car if on the way to a hair appointment.

This leaves In Public as NOT the time and place for a scrunchie. There are enough opportunities, i believe, to incorporate color into one's ensemble without neccessetating a scrunchie. One may wear a pretty clip (non-banana), or a nice faux flower (as long as it is proportionate to ones head size), or a barette or two. Let's leave the scrunchie where it belongs, on Tifffany's head in posters from the 1980s.

That being said: i mistakenly wore a scrunchie out in public on Saturday night

(please try and hide your shock)

There is an explanation for this major fashion insurrection. Not a good explanation, but I have one nonetheless. Now: Adam's mother gave me two scrunchies for Christmas which is fine because they are good, as I mentioned before, for helping to preservce a blow-out overnight. However my subconcious must have kicked in because I left them at her house by mistake on Christmas Day. So on Saturday when she came to visit, she graciously brought them with her.

At the time, I had just taken a shower and my hair was getting kind of big as it dried.....so i took one of the scrunchies and put my hair in kind of a poufy ponytail to halp it flatten out a little. This usually works pretty well. And my hair is SO curly when it is drying, that it even curls up and sort of hides the scrunchie from view. This is my achilles heel, it turns out.

So after a few cocktails, we all decided to head to dinner and in my somewhat tipsy state: i remembered to change into my skinny jeans, i remembered to reapply my lip gloss, but i did not remember to take out the scrunchy.

So we head to the restaurant, and in the course of the night i have about three glasses of pinot grigio. This does not my help my self-awareness at all. It wasn't until much later that night, at a bar that we went to for one last cocktail before heading home, that I realized what I had done. And by this time the apres-shower poufiness had deflated so you could clearly see I had a ponytail held up by a multi-shades of blue scrunchy.

And it wasn't even like I could take it out because if you put your hair in a pony tail when it is wet and forget to take it out by the time the hair dries, you will have what i like to call Bump-Head, and it ain't pretty. Equally as unpretty, I would say, as wearing a multi-shade of blue scrunchie in public for an entire night.

What would SJP say?



So ladies, please learn from my lesson. Do not drink and get ready to go out when scrunchies are involved. It will only lead to pain and humiliation later. If you must drink while you doll yourself up, make sure that all scrunchies are out of reach or locked in a cabinet.

You will thank me for this advice later. I promise.