A sketch of Auntie X, done a few years back. At the time, she still exercised a little discipline, some element of control. Over her hair, I mean. It’s now so massive and marshmallowy and overgrown that neighborhood children, I’m told, have several times tried to squish it between graham crackers.
It’s like … a white, arched-up persian cat. A stuffed pet, preserved with hairspray (and lots of it).
As far as crimes against hair go, this is a misdemeanor. But a crime nonetheless.
Some hairdos are hairdon’ts.
Note - never sucker punch a marshmallow salesman.