When the spring breaks...

Every girl has her favorite hair-bob. Some have a trusted do-rag they wrap about their head at night, holding them like a lover. Some have a much loved barrette with Swarovski crystals that tells the world, "I'm fancy and polished." Others have the all important scrunchy (clothed or unclothed), caked with what hair product you had on that day. My mother has her set of old school rolls that have seen more curled follicles than a stylist and have gone through at least three presidents. For me, it was my black Clippy.

My black Clippy made me feel secure. She held my unruly crop in place like a fist. It was like an eagle claw with a squirrel in it. My curls would bounce behind my head confidently, proudly, away from my face to allow whatever expression I chose to don to shine unfettered my a stray strand. She was my ace in the hole. My salvation, when the club got to hot, my neatly done do would not be wrecked by sinful sweat. She was my beach buddy, making sure that after I had frolicked merrily in the sun and sand, I could wrap that nest about my head into something presentable.

Well, on Sunday, Clippy met with an unfortunate demise when her trusted spring crumbled attempting one last hold. Snap! and she tumbled into hands, spent. My mouth hung open in sadness. My eyes stared in disbelief. Sure I knew this day would come, but... I thought I had time! Sigh. 'Fraid not, Cheri. She has gone to the hair exchange in the sky, leaving me with my curls hanging in shame and uncouth.

For those of you who know my hair's fame, may know that not just any clip can tame these locks. I've recently been trying to find a hair-bob replacement, but have been coming up with goose eggs. I tried the bear claws, but the stupid things can't even latch on let alone grip. My hair laughs at it talons and moves on in disdain. I've tried a scrunchy but it takes me back to my more unfashionable decade where my retainer reigned my oral region and my eyebrows asked, "What the hell is Threading? And why are you suggesting such a thing?"

Alas, my search is on and I am desperate. For now, I've been hiding my hair beneath do-rags and ProStyle gel hoping to get to a Sally's or BeautyWorks to find a new hair-bob that can withstand the strands of Lady Cheena. Pray for y'all.

P.S. What is you favorite hair-bob? Do you recommend any good ones?