Kelly Gibbons, artist and writer, about me

Friday, July 23, 2004

Has anyone seen my hairbrush?

I’m asking here because I have asked everyone in my house several dozen times, and they have no idea where it is. Not one brush can be accounted for in this house. Not one.

I’m not blaming the boys, because one doesn’t have much hair by choice and the other doesn’t have much hair by nature. They don’t use the brush.

I’m not blaming the dogs, because they don’t like the brush, and I already checked in all their hiding places. Only bones there.

I’m not accusing anyone, but there are two girls who live here who have great hair everyday. And I’m surprised at how straight their naturally wavy hair has been during this humid weather without the aid of a brush. Every time I ask, they swear they haven’t seen it. Maybe the glare from the mirror has blinded them.

I haven’t combed my hair in days with the assistance of an appliance. I’ll take any thing, a comb a pick--I’ve even been tempted to use my dinner fork. Fortunately, I have naturally curly hair and my fingers work fine. It’s a good thing that I like wearing my hair natural these days, or I would have a really big problem. But, I miss my brush, I like to comb my hair every once in awhile, it goes along so well with washing my face and brushing my teeth.

I refuse to go buy another brush. I have purchased so many in the last few years that Visa contacted me about a potential fraud. They were shocked that anyone could go through that many brushes. They thought someone stole my card and were using it to open a hair salon. Between the brushes and make-up purchases, they had a valid case.

I won’t buy another one. I know they’re here somewhere. I know who has them, and I have a plan. I am going to hold the hair dryer, hair straigtener, and make-up hostage until the brushes are safely returned. I should be combing my hair in a few minutes.

posted by Kelly @ 7/23/2004 08:44:00 AM

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