PRETTY POETRY: An Ode to a Messy Updo

Our resident Shakespeare Jenna Mahoney waxes poetic on her inability to achieve messy perfection. Memorize it for the next time you're faced with a hair "challenge."

Oh, messy updo, messy updo, why doth forsake me?
Thou sweet tendril curls, thine fantastic bit of shine,
Thou just-so skew, I beseech thee to be mine.
Instead doth reside on carpets of red
And ne'er grace thy self upon my head.
No matter how many pins and sprays I apply,
Thine supple, soft body and glorious texture evermore pass me by.
And so I wait and pine some more To forever chase thy divine adore.