Can I say right up front, that having hair is G-R-E-A-T. I am soooooooooo thankful to have hair, to have eyebrows and, well, hair. It's also a great source of entertainment, humor and annoyance. And I hate that I'm annoyed with the gift that I longed for...and I hate that I am in any way less than ecstatic that I have it. Does this make any sense at all??
My hair is now just a little past the "cute" stage. It has slipped easily into the pixie Peter Pan stage, with a hint of curl and bangs, if you can call them that, that remind a certain generation of Mamie Eisenhower. (Never seen her.)
Because there is about a foot-and-a-half of hair missing from the back of my head, there is plenty of waggle in the little sprouts. It's cute and, truthfully, it's REALLY, REALLY easy to deal with.
But, and it's a big BUT for me, it's boyish. And here's where I continue to remind myself that way too much of my vanity is/was wrapped up in my hair. I'm reminded of that episode of Designing Women where Annie Potts gets some falsies to try out, before she commits to an augmentation. And she gets intoxicated with the power she feels from being well-endowed. And she gets assertive and aggressive and she likes it.
I can feel a little of that, with long hair. Even if it isn't blonde.
Good, bad or indifferent, I liked it.
My hair is a little overripe on the pixie cut now and is having a hint of the overgrown shrubbery look on the top. And that little bit of wave is making it a lot of unruly, so most days I am found with a ballcap on. Thank heavens Handyman has a LOT of cool ballcaps, and I was already a ballcap wearer, albeit with a big honkin' ponytail hanging out the back.
Am I glad to have hair, any hair? Absolutely. But to me, it almost doesn't qualify if you can't put a rubber band around it!
