If there was one thing I had a lot of while growing up, it was hair! So much of it, that I was constantly getting it thinned out when I was young,
but the more I thinned it out, the more it just seemed to grow back in! I know, you can say the same thing about weeds, but seriously, if there was one thing I thought I would never have to worry about as I got older, it was losing my hair!
I started cutting my own hair in my early twenties, first out of necessity when I was a nomad wandering around the world. Later, it was more out of habit, because no one could cut my hair exactly the way I wanted it, but me. To this day, I still cut my own hair.
Women in Paris, Rome, and Madrid would stop me in the street and ask me, “Who does your hair?”
“I do.” I would reply.
“Aw, so your curls are natural?” they would say disappointed.
Pleased as punch, I would think, Sure, if you want to call this explosion of hair, curls - who am I to argue!
One afternoon in Madrid, one cheeky woman insisted, “But that’s not your natural color, is it?”
Offended, because I’ve always liked the
color of my hair, I said, “Yes it is! I’ve never had my hair colored or tinted!”
She twisted her mouth like she didn’t believe me and said, “Why is your hair a lighter color on the sides?” It wasn’t so much a question as stating a fact, as she stared intently at my hair.
Who was this stranger, I thought, stopping me in the street and now she thinks I’m lying to her! “Because of the sun and because I have a lot of red mixed with my dark brown hair, but it’s natural whether you want to believe me or not!” I said, walking away in a huff!
Fast forward to a few days ago when I decided to give myself a trim. Okay, so the volume of my hair dwindling is not anything new. It started a few years back, but don’t forget I had a lot of hair to begin with! I could afford to have it thin out and still have a normal head of hair! Hmm, but the fact that my scalp is beginning to peek through my hair, is new!
I demand to know, where did all my hair go?!!!
Maya Muses: If that isn’t bad enough (I’m sure a lot of Baby Boomers can sympathize) the gray showing up in my hair is not a dull gray that I can mask and hide with my dark brown hair. No! It’s a shiny, neon-flashing, silver, that if the Sun hits it just right it can beam up signals to the astronauts at the Space Station!!!
It must be all those copper, “shiny like a new penny”, red hair that I use to pull out of my head when I was young, now taking revenge on me!
They know that I can no longer afford to pull out their silvery cousins!
Hmm, unless I decide to go in for the bowling ball look!
Photo Credits: Personal Photos and Flickr









4 responses so far ↓
1 Deena // Feb 19, 2009 at 12:33 pm
If you find your hair let me know, mine might be hiding in the same place! Btw nice hair.
2 Myrna // Feb 19, 2009 at 8:16 pm
Here is my attitude to hair:
What is that thing growing out of my chin, on my face, in my ears and out of my nose? I can pluck, tweeze, pull, wax, shave, dye and deny, but the painful truth is that my hair has a mind of its own. What is more disturbing than hair running rampant is loss of hair. I no longer need to shave my underarms or legs, and my pubic hair is hard to find or sprouting in new places. I find this both liberating and depressing. This is just one more reminder of the benefits and downside of my aging body.
And then there’s the hair on my head. Some things never change: I still fuss about it. It’s either the wrong color, the wrong style, or the wrong texture. My obsession with my hair is no less now than it was when I was growing up; the only difference is that when I come home from having it done by a professional, I no longer cry like I used to if I don’t like it. I have learned that hair grows and looks different in a day or two, so tears are a waste of my time.
As I age, I put a lot of stock in having the right hairdo that will make me look “young and sassy.” I have a veritable storehouse of hair products, hoping to find the perfect combination of shampoo, conditioner and styling gels that will make my hair look and feel vibrant and alive. I color treat it constantly which definitely takes its toll. In addition, I keep on looking for the perfect stylist who will transform me into something I am not — a younger looking woman. Whenever I go for a hair cut or color and sit in front of mirrors that actually reflect my true image, I secretly hope that this time I will have found the ideal recipe for taking me back to how I looked in the good old days. I’m still waiting!
3 Lynn // Feb 20, 2009 at 12:32 am
Thanks Deena, I’ll keep you posted!
4 Lynn // Feb 20, 2009 at 12:45 am
Wow Myrna! I don’t know if I could have put that much effort into my hair! I would just wash it every other day and towel dry it; then it did whatever it wanted to do!
Hmm, now I know why I never liked going to a salon to get my hair cut….it’s those pesky mirrors!!!
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