Inspired by my blog’s makeover I must tell you about mine.
Well it’s kind of a make-under really…
I have given up on my GSDs.
The heat and the humidity and the rain have rendered them ineffective and so for the past week I have been sporting curls.
So far the response has been good, and it’s certainly a lot easier than fighting the frizz, but it’s kind of made me wonder if I’ve discovered why in general old ladies seem to go for a curly-haired barnet.
I don’t mean the heat and humidity, or lack of time for GHDs, I mean the fact that curls seem to have suddenly sprung into abundance on my bonce all by themselves, as if by magic.
I always had kind of wavy hair, and in the late 80′s I must admit I did go for the big perm with the fringe area kind of moulded into a wave on my head… (I was very young, a mere child, so it’s not my fault.)
Hee hee, none of these people are me. I found them here. The picture says ‘courtesy of Steve Mason’ on the original site, so if that’s him in the picture he’s a very brave man. Ahh it’s good to share.
Anyway, as I was saying, I did do the perm and hairspray bit in the late 80s, but when the 90s came
I lost the hair spray but kept my long curls and am happy to say they looked ok.
(I was always amazed how long my perms lasted but realise now I probably didn’t actually need a perm, just a diffuser and some mousse. Bugger!)
Now, my hair is unbelievably curly, and it’s got me thinking about the nature/nurture thing. But on the more serious subject of hair…
No matter how much you nurture your locks into long golden tresses, short choppy bobs, or scary 80s mullets and perms, by the time most of us reach old ladyhood, it’s likely we will be sporting a mass of head bubbles that we tame weekly at the salon on pensioners day.
I have no problem with old ladies with mad curly hair, in fact I plan to be one, I have just always wondered why pensioners have a penchant for the permanent wave.
But now, I think maybe they can’t help it.
I think that after you hit 30 your hair just starts to curl.
I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s like with those freaky dolls that can grow their own hair.
Maybe all the hair is already inside your head when you’re born, rolled up into little balls, and as the years go by it unravels and gets more curly as you get nearer the end. (Of your hair, not anything else.)
Never mind all this stuff we ‘claim’ to know about anatomy. I’m sure I’m right.
Nature has decided that for those getting on in years a curly barnet is a good look and there’s nothing we can do about it..
The blue rinse however I cannot explain.
But it does make me smile.
I can just imagine them saying,
“I can’t get away from the blumming curls, so darn it, I’m going to dye my hair blue and drink lots of whisky. “