Hair’s An Idea!
For years my hair stayed straight without the benefit of a hot iron. By the time I hit 41 curls erupted and I deemed au naturale a mighty convenience. The closer I climbed to 50, however, the more my hair rebelled and the multiple personalities emerged. Some sections of my hair are straight, some curly and others wavy—all at the same time and in no particular order.
I also dye my hair, the natural shade of which has not seen daylight for over a decade. At this point, I’m terrified of not coloring because, geez, who knows what real color is sprouting? Am I salt and pepper, gunmetal, or shimmery silver? What percentage of my locks are, you know, that G-color? Ten percent? Fifty? Gulp! One-hundred?
I know a lady in her early sixties who never colored her hair and doesn’t do more to it after a washing than let it dry, and whichever way it goes is a mystery until it happens. She isn’t prepped for the Hollywood red carpet but you know what? Neither am I in spite of my hot-ironing and coloring. People routinely mistake me for younger than my nearly 50 years, but does that really matter in the grand scheme of things? May it be counted a true compliment since it isn’t achieved without chemical enhancements?
I think, as I sit here typing (with Clairol Hydrience #36 seeping into my head), that I waste an awful lot of time fussing with my hair. I ponder what might be accomplished if the time and money I spend on my hair were directed to more worthy pursuits. Maybe I ought to find out.
Yeah, and maybe I’ll win the lottery tomorrow and retire a millionaire.
Fat chance, buttercup.
Til next time –
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