Are you new here? I started this Sunday morning post as a way to release some of the thoughts floating around in my brain. I also thought it might be a good way to kick start my creativity and get the writing juices flowing. We all enjoy writing or we wouldn’t be blogging, right? As it turns out, I’m actually liking the content I write. And it’s actually giving me inspiration for new posts when I thought I didn’t have any. And then I remembered what this is really about. Don’t think too hard. Just let the words flow from your fingertips.
I’ve always had a thing about long hair. I need long hair. It makes me feel feminine. I actually have a relatively petite frame and a face with petite features. People tell me i would never be mistaken for a boy. But with short haie, I look in the mirror and I see BOY.
My mom cut my hair short when I was little. She called it a pixie cut. She thought it was cute. Then came the Dorothy Hamill wedge. I think all girls in the 70s had that. But I was always happiest when I had long hair.
The problem is that long hair didn’t always cooperate with me. I have fine hair. Translation: awfully knotty hair when I don’t meticulously brush it. Because I won’t comb it. That’s like torture for me.
So when I was laid off a year and a half ago, I started letting my hair grow out again. It was freeing. I let go of the short professional nicely highlighted bob-ish style hair. And I felt freedom.
Now it’s getting pretty long and I’m remembering now why my mother was so fond of cutting my hair short as a little girl. The big knots in the back of my hair. This mornign when I woke up, I was reminded of the issues I had as a child. you see, I’m lazy when it comes to hair.
I can remember brshing my hair and when I came to a knot, I stopped. After a few days, the knots build on each other and now I know where the term “rat’s nest” comes from when referring to hair. I woke upw ith one of those in the back of my hair. I have made some progress though. I actually brushed it.