Hair (without the nudity)

I'm pretty much a creature of habit. At least when it comes to my hair. Watching a news clip this morning about hair styles through the decades and interviews with women who change their hairstyle regularly, I realized that I'm an extremely boring hair person. Oh, sure, I had a couple of interesting "do's" growing up. This one was what my mother lovingly called my "witch do". For some unknown reason I insisted on having my hair like this for the photo with my baby sister. Mom was not happy, but she knew the photo would be punishment enough in the future. Although, as you can see from the school photo below it my Mom's ideas on "cute" hairdo's wasn't always top knotch.

As a teenager I tried to have long hair for awhile, but that never quite worked. I tried sporting a flip, then settled in on the short hair I have today. In pretty much the same style without all the teasing and without the cute little yarn ribbon.

I tried to get a shag cut once, but mistakenly went to a very old beautician who gave me a bad cut and then proceeded to seal it in place with a heavy spray of hair lacquer! I cried all the way home and spent the next two hours trying to wash all that shit out. Another hair disaster was when I wanted sculptured curls and an updo. That time I wound up with these two things on my head that resembled headlights. Again, tears on the drive home. And at every red light I would slunk down in the seat so no one could see me. So I figured it was time to find my lifetime style and just stick with it.

When I was in my early 50's I decided it might be nice for a change! After all, I finally got my ears pierced at age 51 so why not change the hair? I had been going to this one salon (yes, between headlights and today beauticians have become stylists and beauty shops have become salons. Sigh...) for several months and one day I brought in a picture of a hair cut I wanted to try. She looked at the photo and said, "Oh, but you can't do that. This style requires 'hair that moves' and you don't have hair that moves!" So all those dreams I had of soft hair swaying in the breeze were dashed to the floor among all those hair clippings. (And, seriously, I do have dreams that I have long, silky hair that I'm brushing while sitting at one of those little antique dressers with the mirror in the middle) Hell of a thing to find out in your 50's. So now my hair style quest is over. Short hair it is. Sometimes over the ears, sometimes behind the ears. That's about as dramatic as it gets.