it's really quite astonishing how many hairpins i have left lying around perkins. when i packing on the last day i kept coming across stray hairpins and having nowhere handy to store them twisted up my hair and stuck them in there. i kept sweeping and packing and picking up hairpins. it all made me feel rather like a pin cushion.
if someone i know writes a play i shall request a stage direction that says "exits, trailing hairpins."