If you're bald, you don't need me, same with certain types of thinner human fur. I move things around, in a glamorous fashion, helping to beautify myself.

Monkeys, fish, crabs ahoy! Beer and sundries are packed tightly inside. One edge along the bottom, one edge along the top, Wooden planks arranged loopily!

I’m thin as a whisper and sharp as a thought. I carry a tail but am never caught. I dive through cloth yet leave no wound, Binding what was once un-tuned. What am I?

A soft place to rest Take soft, remove the last Add a new letter now And you'll solve it somehow

A vertical path of steps, where each level climbs like a ladder, but without rungs. It carries you up and down, a zigzag dance inside buildings, yet not an elevator.