Neck hairs. Four of them. They’re long, hard, and prickly. Where in the heck did they come from? I promise they weren’t there this morning when I was slathering on tons of body cream or carefully blending my foundation into my neck to avoid that awful line of demarcation. Now I’m sitting in the truck staring in the mirror at these neck hairs that literally popped up out of nowhere.

And they’re slippery little suckers too. I keep trying to grasp at least one between my fingernails so I can yank it out. All I’m doing is making it curly though. Like ribbon when you rake the scissors across it.

Maybe that’s what I’ll tell people.

They’re neck ribbons.

Made from my hair.

Nature’s accessory.

Stay Fancy,

Daenel T {Living Outside the Stacks}





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