Hair grip

She could not have weighed more than five stones, her straight, chin-length grey hair was parted on the side and held back with a hair grip that sometimes had a pink or blue bow made out of ribbon tied to it.

'And how do you know all this?' she asked, smoothing back an immaculate curtain of iron-grey hair and securing it with a quick stab of her hair grip.

She couldn't wear a hair grip or slide to hold her hair back in case friction caused the powder to ignite so wisps escaped and yellowed too.