I’ve clearly just reached some kind of tipping point whereby putting my hair up in a bun of any description has gone from ‘cute and a bit boho’ to a legitimate gasp of horror from both son and I on FaceTime call today (am 50, up until now had been perfectly happy with it all, sigh). This is the vibe now…
…has anyone got any advice for days when I just can’t be faffed with having hair swinging everywhere?