However, we are not here to talk about either. I love hair buns. In fact, one of the first posts on the blog was about ballerina buns.
Back to the hun. Erm, no, I am not calling you honey.
So take that half a ponytail, which we all used a lot, bring a bit higher up in the head, twist it as if you don’t care and voilá: you have a hun.
Not really, but you get the gist. Starts with a d, ends with a head. Followed by: “are you going out like that?” Admittedly, it was quite a high one a la Jennifer Lopez.
So, my half-bun flopped in despair. Why not give it some love? You know by now how I feel about trends but, the problem here is, I quite like how it looks on me.
This look states the hair length but also sends out that messy bun “I don’t really care (but I do)” vibe. I like it.
There’s a beauty to it too. It is as flexible as a bun – wear it messy, low or high, of halfway pulled through the elastic, it’s great on long, short, straight or curly hair, with a pretty plait around or into it, with a parting or pulled back, works for braided hair.
Anything. Really. The list is endless.
Each blogging event I go, the huns are growing in number like gremlins at each one, to the point that if it keeps going at this rate, in a few weeks time EVERYONE WILL HAVE A HUN.
Maybe I’ll starting going off it before even being seen in public with my hun!
So I’ll share it here. I will wear it. Not with boyfriend though. Or maybe I will, just to prove I have huns of steel. No? Ok I’ll just stop now.
Hun therapy anyone?
Have you adopted the hun? Love it, hate it? Please tell me!