The Hair Problem

"Showing in April has to be one of the worst ideas I've ever had!" I found myself myself exclaiming aloud to... my laundry room. Tiny chestnut hairs seem to be covering every surface in there, clogging up the washer, flowing out of the dryer lint trap, and settling on what were once clean bath towels.

Hello, my name is Austen, and I have a pet hair problem.

You see, I usually weather the spring shedding season in a very certain way. I wear nothing but sleek and slick jackets and tightly woven breeches to the barn in an attempt to leave the horse hair where I found it, at the barn. I refuse to bring home any hairy saddle pads or wraps, instead brushing them off thoroughly and using them until the shedding has ceased and the hair has worn off. Even with these precautions, I often find tiny red hairs all over my car and stuck in the crevasses of my phone case (anyone else?). Yet, my home mostly remains unscathed.

However, this season shedding started at the same moment as horse show prep. Instead of being able to hunker down and just survive the shed, I find myself constantly toting things home to clean them. I'm currying frantically trying to erase clip lines that will not die, and getting enough horse hair down my bra to make a (admittedly small) blanket. I've found myself picking a few wisps of orange out of my keyboard at work. A small fiery cloud escapes my car every time I open the door when the wind is blowing.

You guys I own two Siberian husky dogs currently blowing their magnificent fluffy coats, and there is still more horse hair in my home than anything else.

Why, spring? Why?

All this picture says to me is "thank god I own a Dyson"