I've read blogs this week about body image, how much primping is "too much", being happy with what God gave you etc so I thought that today I would write about my hair.
I have long, brown (thanks to Revlon), curly hair. Those of you that are old enough may remember the musical "Hair" --"long, curly, frizzy, nappy, streaming, blowing, showing and SPAGHETTI!" (those of you that don't remember that can disregard the preceding sentence.
When I was growing up I HATED my hair. It was during the time when the style was stick straight, long and parted down the middle. (Picture Cher during the Sonny and Cher show--showing my age again). Well, my hair was anything BUT that. Picture, if you remember Rosanna Rosanna Danna (played by the late, hilarious Gilda Radner) from Saturday Night Live. Picture Janice Joplin. Thick, coarse hair parted down the middle that gets bigger and bigger as it gets longer (like a Christmas tree). I tried everything, curlers (to actually calm it down and even ironing it). There weren't many products out at that time (that I knew of anyway) so I just had to live with it. The boy that sat behind me in elementary school used to pretend there were little people living in there and would poke at it during class. (I may not have too many memories of my childhood but I remember you Devlin Harris!).
The Dorothy Hammil phase and the Farrah Faucet days were torture! The eighties were a little easier, after all, the style then was the bigger the better. Still I was never really satisfied with it.
Well, thanks to growing up, a little bit of maturity, the nineties (where anything goes) and the mass market of styling products available I learned to accept it. Not love it but accept it.
Well, now we are in the 2000's. And guess what my favorite feature is....my hair. It is still wild and crazy and everywhere but well, to me, it kind of is like my personality. I think my hair has ADHD. I never know what it is going to look like, Each day is a surprise, Some days I have these wonderful little ringlets all over, some days it has a kind of wild (dare I say, sexy-eat your heart out Devlin Harris) look and yes, of course some days it is still Rosanna Rosanna Danna. Some of my friends advise me to cut it. I wore it short once and yes it had a nice tailored, sophisticated look but it wasn't me. I think I'll keep it long. I'll be one of those eccentric little old ladies walking around talking too myself wearing a long hippie skirt, hiking boots and a braid going down my back.
Well, here is my laugh for the day. I was washing my hair this morning by kneeling beside the bathtub with my head under the faucet. I had on shorts but no shirt (it always gets wet). I'm washing, rinsing etc. The water is still running and I try to lift my head up. WELL, my hair has worked it's way down the drain and entangled itself around the little metal parts that keep things from going down the pipes. I was in a....you guessed it....A QUANDARY! I pulled and twisted but couldn't get it loose! The water was still running...I Could Have Drowned! (yes, I know I could have turned the water off but for dramatic effects lets just pretend I couldn't). So there I am, literally stuck, shirtless, on the verge of drowning and not to mention feeling just a little bit foolish. So I finally did what I had to do. I held the hair by the top and just pulled as hard as I could! OUCH!! But it worked. I must have lost about 1000 (major exaggeration) strands of hair!
So I dried it, cleaned out the now majorly clogged up tub, added a little bit of product, looked in the mirror and do you know what, thanks to curly, frizzy, every which way, never has a real style hair....it looks just like it always does! HA!! Let's see Cher or Farrah Faucet get away with that!!
Have a great day!