not just for hamburgers

Someone, somewhere, owes me money. I don't know who, just yet, but I do plan to take my complaint up with someone in the very near future. No more Ms. Nice Girl- I deserve a royalty.

I was flipping through the pages of Glamour today, and came across a Spring Style section. Within those pages were the newest and hottest trends- many things one would expect to see there. Ruffles, platforms, bell coats, shrunken suits, wide belts, swishy dresses- the runway looks we all expected to appear this season have risen from the deep. But then I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

A rumpled bun.

A rumpled bun? MY rumpled bun? They can't be serious.

"It's the look of the season. The more ends sticking out the better!"

Hey, you don't have to tell me! I invented the rumpled bun. I've been doing this alledgedly 'trendy new style' since I first figured out how to put my hair up with an elastic. The messy bun has always been my signature style, even way back in the days of pinstrait hair and librarian-tight buns.

For years I've worn my hair up in just such a style, criticized by friends and family. They would constantly raise an eyebrow at me, smile and say "Sara, your hair is like, sticking up in the back!" And for years I would shrug this off, saying I wanted it to be that way, when in truth I was just too lazy to fix it. That style was my own, no designed was even risky enough or edgy enough to go near the concept! It looked messy, casual and fabulous!

And now Glamour is telling me that MY rumpled bun is the height of style? I don't think so. It's me who should be explaining it to THEM, I should get to share the history, family photos, my seemingly millions of broken elastics...

My genius, again, goes uncredited. Oh what a world.