Day 225
Yesterday my mom came by after having her hair done. It looked really nice … and I was waiting for her urging to have something done with my hair … as it is certainly in need of SOMETHING.
But usually the something I have in mind isn’t the same something she has in mind.
The thing my mom forgets is that … she has hair.
I mean seriously. Line up 10 guys and 2 women and my mom has more hair than all of them. Quite frankly she has more hair than the average werewolf during a full moon. And kudos to her.
However, there are plenty of us quasi-baldies who do not. I have never have had a lot of hair. Oh, I’ve had long hair … back in the day when it was the rage to have long, long, long hair and just let it lie there. No updos, no messy buns (a shame because I happen to like messy buns), no styling products – no mousses, gels, sprays, volumizers, waxes or creams … just limp and lifeless long hair. I was in my heyday! I was IN! I was IT!
And then I got past my teens and all that long hair that could almost be encased in one of those teeny tiny rubber bands made for braces (making it look like I had a very slender snake hanging down my back) was cut to shoulder length.
If I curled it – praise be to hot rollers – it looked “okay”. But who has an hour a day to mess with their hair? Not me. If I didn’t do anything to it (still no hair products) it just kind of hung on my head … but it was better than the short, short do (thanks mom) from 5th grade that made me look like a cross between Dorothy Hamill and Ringo – but not even that good.
I’ve had it short. I’ve had it long. I’ve had it in-between. It’s been permed (Little Orphan Annie is NOT a good look on me), it’s been streaked and frosted, it’s been kissed by the sun. It’s also been red and kind of an almost purple black and due to a few mistakes my hair has resembled a frozen peach jello mold reminiscent of one my mother made back in the 60’s for a ladies luncheon. THAT was not a good look. And then there was the quasi-pink phase when I was attempting red but it turned out more … magenta. Not the best look on me either. But the kids at school loved it – I was the ‘coolest sub ever.’
So, now I’m trying to grow it out so that I can put it up into a messy bun but it’s baby fine and wispy and kind of witchy due to it being fuzzed out from humidity and at the same time flatter than a crepe. (I’d say pancake – but even pancakes have some volume to them!)
In any case … the green box of Garnier awaits. I’m not going with Rapturous Red, Blackberry Black or Rich Russet … I will be going with a more “normal” shade … simply, Dark Chocolate. Gone will be the limp and lifelessness (coloring your hair coats the shafts developing volume) and the silver that has crept in over the summer. Pretty as jewelry – not so much on my head.
It’ll still be thin and baby chick fine … but this time it won’t be purple or resembling some old fashioned dessert!