Hair can be symbolic of everything we think we are. For me, if I think my hair looks ugly, I feel ugly. A big part of that for me is having clean hair. I have the kind of hair that needs to be washed every single day… no exceptions. There’s that odd day that I’ll think I can “get by”, that my hair looks fine when I wake up. I swear, I think my hair has an expiration date or a timer attached to it. It’s like Cinderella and the clock striking 12. My hair will look great one moment and the very next moment, and I truly mean the very next moment, it looks like the Valdez just sank on my head. This phenomenon leaves my sister speechless. This is the same woman I have seen party like a rock star for 3 days in a row, never hop in the shower, let alone wash her hair, and look like she’s ready to roll for a fourth day. One of her endless talents I admire.
I spend a lot of time trying to find the right pictures to show my stylist. My biggest fear is that I cannot communicate what I want. I usually end up bringing in half a dozen. It’s almost a joke between us. He has assigned me a drawer for all my pictures. More often than not, I want the bangs off one picture and the sides from another, etc. I suppose if I actually found all the elements on the same person, I wouldn’t want that cut! Michael has been doing my hair for years now and he knows that I am always up for a change. I think he takes some comfort in knowing, barring some hair-frying disaster, I will walk out of his shop happy. Having said that, I still want to walk out of there feeling like a new woman.
Every so often, I just wing it. There was the time I brought in a picture of Mary J. Blige that I saw in a magazine that very day and left with this awesome asymmetrical cut. Not so long ago, I had my hair dyed blue. That was fun. I am the youngest of my group of friends at work. I don’t know if it’s an age thing or a personality thing, but I think they enjoy seeing what I am up to next. I secretly enjoy this status among them. I think it makes me feel not so middle-aged.
Another citymouse I know left a facebook comment this morning that she had whacked off all her hair and now regretted it. I responded that it‘d grow back. That’s not much comfort in the long months of waiting, but it is true. My philosophy about hair has always been that it’s just hair. I actually enjoy that it’s so changeable. I’d love to be able to pop in and have a body makeover in 2 hours. Since I can’t, I enjoy the small pleasure that changing my hair brings. And the fabulous part is that I can do it every few weeks!
Pup #1’s girlfriend has the most beautiful hair. It’s long and wavy and because she loves him, she dyes it red. (She was probably a towhead as a child and now, if I remember correctly, her “real” color is more mousy brown.) She looks like a faerie princess. Pup #1 loves her hair.
All this hair talk makes me think about the musical Hair. I am a child of the 60’s and 70’s and even though the movie (which is 30 years old this month… yikes!) came out in 1979, it’s really the musical I remember. Not that I have ever seen the musical or the movie. I just remember all the fuss and buzz about it. And the poster.
And, lest we not forget, the soundtrack. I remember playing the cast album, on vinyl, on my old record player. That looked something like this. My kids would think this was a relic from the Smithsonian! I actually know who the Cowsills are. (Definitely a Trivial Pursuit question, I am sure.) These songs became a soundtrack of the 70’s. If you are anywhere near my age, you have sung Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In. My class actually sang it for a school assembly when it was “hot”. Interestingly enough, these are actually two songs from the musical that The Fifth Dimension turned into a medley. It is by far the most popular version of these songs. I can still belt out all the words to Good Morning Starshine. While not as enduring as the music of James Taylor and Carole King, Oliver gets kudos from me for prompting one of my earliest trips into folk music. Countrymouse actually was a big fan of The Fifth Dimension but loves Three Dog Night, so I am sure his vote would be for Easy to Be Hard. (We actually saw Three Dog Night a couple of summers ago at a local Blues Festival. They are as good as ever and it rekindled his devotion.)
Only 4 hours to go… That gives me about 2 hours to download some pictures and make some kind of decision. Guess we’ll see but I will be leaving there a new me.