Living Under Cover

I had a haircut when I arrived up north. I liked it for a week or so, but my rapidly growing tresses quickly went "sheep dog." For the past several humiliating days, I've looked like an escapee from a nursing home. (No photo provided to spare you...) The obvious response would be to go get a haircut, but I tried that last year and didn't like the results. (It looked like I tried to do it myself and failed miserably.) So I bought a few bandannas, at $1 a piece, and I am now all "wrapped up" for the rest of my break.