I should have known better. More than a month ago, my hair was almost to the point where I needed to break down to get it cut. A task which has not brought joy to me for years. As I have aged, my baby fine hair has thinned and has made it a pain in the rump to deal with; it will not hold a curl or stay in place even with hair goo. Barrettes, hair clips or bobby pins are useless, ditto with hairbands. Forget chic little scarves or hair combs — they fall to the floor almost immediately.