LISA VOYLES: Nekkid with your hair on fire

They say a good lead is key to developing readership. No, I’m not running around with my bangs blazing, but the phrase has been running around in my head since last weekend.

When I was in school at Memphis State – yes, I’m that old – my friend Kim Glass had several cutesy Southern phrases and this was one of her favorites.

“I don’t have anything decent to wear to that (whatever event). I’ll just have to go naked with my hair on fire.”

I declare, that girl was a lot of fun!

I brought the phrase home when I moved back to Chickasaw County after college graduation and have shared it with friends and acquaintances ever since. It always seems to bring a smile.

Anyway, it popped into my head last weekend while I was at the Okolona Hardwood basketball tournament. I was sitting there, minding my own business, not bothering a soul like I do, when Mrs. Triplett accosted me from the bleachers.

“Girl, I have never seen you when you had your clothes on,” she said.

I thought I had dressed before I left the house, but I glanced down instinctively to check.

You know, just to make sure.

She was picking at me because I had on Capri jeans and flip-flops – on December first.

In my defense, it was 70 degrees outside and about the same temperature in the gym. I was quite comfortable.

I assured Mrs. Triplett that when the temperature goes down, I really do wear pants all the way to the floor and shoes with closed toes, but I’m not sure she believed me.

I generally dress for the occasion or the event being covered with maximum comfort as my goal. Life’s just too short to wear shoes that pinch your toes.

I remember one early spring baseball game when I jumped the gun. It had been beautiful and sunny all week, even thought the calendar still said February. I hit the field in capris and flops not realizing it had turned off cloudy and my sunshine had run away.

Several folks commented on my attire. My defense was simple.

“Once I shave my legs and paint my toes, it’s officially spring.”

There’s just no going back from there.

Seriously, I live in the South by choice and one of the reasons is because I don’t like cold weather. I realize we need winter to kill bugs and to remind us how wonderful spring is but that doesn’t mean I won’t whine about it.

On Monday, the weather was gorgeous, sunny, bright and warm. And there I sat in long pants and penny loafers. What a waste.

Maybe I should have just gone …

No, no, never mind. That’s a headline I don’t even want to think about.

Lisa Voyles is Managing Editor/Sports for the Chickasaw Journal. She can be reached at 456-3771 or via email to