My hair is long enough to pull up on top of my head again and I got some bobby pins to secure the haystack top into a sort of roll. The stretchy circle that holds the hair up there is an improvment on elastic bands which did the job for much of my earlier life with long hair. But it does exert a constant pull on the hair. The other day the pressure of the bobby pins suddenly got to me and it was only after I yanked them out in a can’t-take-this-any-more action that I realized just what a relief it was! Then I pulled out the elastic. Ah – freedom! Maybe it’s age that has lowered my tolerance for unnecessary stresses and strains. Maybe it’s wisdom. I shudder to think that I put up with panty hose and pointy-toe shoes…