Hair today, gone tomorrow

Hubby is King of the see-through hairdo, and Wash and Go takes on a whole new meaning as his hair is dry before the rest of him after a shower.
Me on the other hand, or should I say head, is another story altogether.

At school, my hair was usually kept short, cut into the nape of the neck, and done by a lady up the road, who incidentally did every child’s hair on the estate, so we all looked like spent matches when we came out of her kitchen.
I had a fringe, a double crown, and a natural wave that would have made Sandbanks jealous. In short (pun intended) it was thick, unruly and unpredictable.

I remember growing it a couple of times, but soon got fed up when my fringe was too long for my brow and too short to be tied back unless I stuck loads of bobby pins in it (which looked as though I had a row of crocodile teeth erupting out of my head).
pinsIn my adult life, I tried a lot of styles, some by choice and some by necessity.
I decided to have hi-lights, but they didn’t take, so my hair was bleached first and then the colour added. Nobody noticed.
My first perm went disastrously wrong as they forgot about me and I was overcooked before being neutralised. My hair looked great when I left the salon, but as soon as I washed it myself, it stuck together like some kind of carpet weaved matting.

I went back to the shop, head in hands sotospeak, and they tried to rectify their error, but to no avail, so I had it all cut off (and out) and never went back.

One of my foster girls was a hairdresser and often experimented on me. I didn’t mind though the buzz cut was a show stopper. I think the partner’s words were
‘What the f**k have you done to your hair?????’
buzzcutI don’t think he liked it.

Before we were married, I had no qualms about Hubby seeing me with my head in rollers. He didn’t like it when I’d stink of Twink as he put it, and when I grew my hair long in the early days, he used to tie it to my glasses.
He actually had quite a bit of hair then himself, it was kind of brown and if it got too long would curl up on his collar. I may even have been able to run my fingers through it………..

I found a good hairdresser who used to come to the house and did so for over five years. Her prices were reasonable, she was reliable, and she’d cut Hubby’s hair too for £3.
When she said she was moving to Italy, she suggested we invest in a set of clippers for Hubby which would pay for themselves in about six ‘cuts’.
The first time he used them he was a bit nervous, but it was so easy. Until I got hold of them and tried to help.
He’d taken off the Number 2 cutting tool, and wanted me to trim the back of his neck.
I went up his head, and he looked like he was sporting a reverse mohican.
mohicanHe was far from pleased and wore a baseball cap everywhere except at home for about two weeks. Now if I’m asked to trim, we have a chant ‘ Don’t go up, don’t go up’.

Apart from treating my Mum last June, I haven’t been to a professional hairdresser for years.  I cut it myself (but not with Hubby’s clippers!) every couple of months or so and have no worries about the Rogue streaks that are getting wider. At 59, I have been lucky to keep my natural colour this long, unlike my sister who went white overnight following the birth of her second daughter over thirty years ago. Mum is a striking silver.
three of us take 2I’ve always been fascinated by women with long hair (Jane Seymour comes immediately to mind) and I’ve been growing mine now since 2004 with the hope of being able to sit on it.

janeMy Mum asked me what I was going to do after that. I said I’d probably have it cut.
I was talking to a fellow boater the other day and her granddaughter has just had her long hair cut for charity. The hairdresser plaited it first and then cut off the plait as apparently her hair is going to be used in the making of a wig for a cancer patient.
If I reach my goal and then decide to have it cut, I think this would be a worthy cause.



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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1 Response to Hair today, gone tomorrow

  1. I love long hair. Well kept, natural hair.
    Grey or in between it doesn’t matter to me.
    Never has, never will.

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