It’s Only Hair

I guess it was always there waiting for just the right moment to strike. It was silent, deadly, like a pestilence taking over its victim until there is no recourse; until there is nothing anyone can do. I didn’t notice it in New Jersey. And, at first, I didn’t notice it in Florida, but it was there lurking. It started slowly taking up a little more space each year until, finally, it happened. My hair exploded like a megaton bomb.

Once you know what to do with them, curls are fun. Once you’ve had them for 15 years, curls get kind of boring. So, I thought maybe I’d try something different with my next hair appointment. I looked for pictures of different celebrities with curly hair that I thought might work with mine. Jane Fonda was a front runner, until I found Jenna Elfman, even the color was right!

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On November 17th, I posted this picture on Facebook. I told everyone that my only reason for posting was to show my hair lady on Tuesday. I couldn’t figure out how to save it to my phone, so a Facebook post was my easy fix. Technology and I are still not really friends.

Anyway, after posting and thinking nobody would comment because they’d realize it was just to show my hair lady; I was very surprised to receive more than a few comments rapid fire. They went like this. “Go for it! Do it! I can’t wait to see the final results! This would look so good on you! Cute and Sassy! With side bangs and a red Corvette! Yes, try it!” One snarky friend, teased, “Ya know you don’t have to find a red head with the hair you want. A good hair dresser can match the style regardless of color.” Another friend, who I admit I’ve only actually met twice, thought the picture was me. If only. One young Mom at church, who I am eternally grateful for, asked, “Why do you want to chop off your hair? It’s beautiful.” (Arden, you are my new best friend!)

Although I do know these comments were meant as encouragements, and I did accept them as such. I must admit it made me wonder. Why were people so quick to encourage me to cut off my hair? Was it really that bad?

I admit that my hair has always had a mind of its own. When I was growing up it was always full of unruly cowlicks. My Grandma Moon frequently told me that I looked like, The Wreck of the Hesperus, but I was used to that. As I got older I realized that she and my Mom were born to an era that mandated women of a certain age to have short hair, kind of like a rite of passage moving you on to maturity. Mom was most excited at the notion that I might join the ranks of mature women everywhere and cut off some of my curls. I told her I liked the style in the picture, but we’d have to see if my hair would comply. I knew I’d have to break it to her gently if it didn’t work. Mom was the first one I called when it was over.

For everyone else…

It is with deep regret that I inform the dear ladies of Facebook…”Alas, fair ladies, it was not to be.” At the threat of looking like a poodle, I decided it should not be done. My curls remain, a little shorter, but still my curls. My apologies to the Facebook masses. But, it’s only hair and, after all, it’s really not that big a deal.

 

 

 

About Not That Big a Deal

Roxanne has a gift for writing and making people laugh. She enjoys sharing both with as many as she can.
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3 Responses to It’s Only Hair

  1. Rob Swanson says:

    I’m with Arden. Your hair is beautiful.

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  2. I love your hair. My mom, too, insisted that I keep my hair short when I was growing up. That was a result of her having completely straight hair and my having very curly thick hair. She was convinced that my hair being long would pull those coveted curls out by the sheer weight of them. She was partially correct. Therefore, once I reached that age when girls insist on their own way with their own hair, thereby breaking their mother’s heart, I let it grow. No longer was I compared to Buster Brown. It was wonderful. Long curls were another thing to deal with because those were the days before “products,” but that’s another story.

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