MacGyver didn't have an elastic.

(skin colour, so it's barely noticeable amongst the party bling)

Whilst secret agent/trouble-shooter MacGyver can battle Soviet soldiers and serve soup to the homeless in the one episode using every non-violent resolution known to man, he never once used an elastic to solve the heinous crime of flyaway hot hair. Not once. We are one up on MacGyver ladies.

As an avid user of hair elastics I know all too well the ramifications of not having a hair elastic on hand (literally).
I recently had my hair cut into a not so lovely twee bob (another story) , hoping it would curb my lazy tendency to reach for an elastic and in fact, force me to attempt the hot look for hubby.
What was I thinking?? With 4 little kids, a 'clean up style' wins hands down over a 'hot, sticky, sometimes snot infested (from the kids), in your face, stuck to your lip balm combination.'

But we're all suckers for both I've discovered, we want the look just not the hassle.

This is usually how the senario goes:
"Babe, I'm going to get my hair done for the party on saturday." (tick. he knows to look out for it)
Saturday comes and you walk around the house flicking your hair, trying not to be too obvious, but in truth, desperately keen for the "OMG Darl you look amazing" kind of reaction.
a) when you get that reaction, you dutifully tell him he looks hot too and it's going to be a GREAT night
or
b) you don't get the reaction, so you get in the car, sulk for a bit, then say "so do you like my hair?", all the while eyeing out the elastic on your wrist.
Then you get to the party, take one last look in the visor mirror, flick it again and resume the uncontrived facial expression.
You work the room until every last person of importance has seen your locks and then, once you presume they have all made a mental note of how nice your hair is, you reach for the elastic.
Up it goes, without so much as a farewell see you next year.

I thought it was a "mum thing" at first, you know, it's easier working with kids when you hair is up. Well that's what I tell my husband, but clearly it's not because on the weekend at Ladies Day I witnessed 3 young ladies doing just this and none of them have kids. They worked the sidelines, not quite they came, they saw, they conquered, more like they came, they showed, they MacGyverd.

I realise this post is definitely in the mundane category, but I just had to reassure myself that I'm not the only vain one out there, you all do this right?

Liv xo