I have not been posting regularly partly because I felt so ill and because my internet connection also had a bug of some kind. Both of us are now on the mend.
Give me it down to there – hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy, daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
From the musical “HAIR” *Lyrics by Gerome Ragni and James Rado *Music by Galt MacDermot
A couple of years ago, Oprah did a show all about black women’s hair and the multiple challenges they face trying to keep their thick tight curls under control.
I wish she’d done a follow-up show about women like me who have poker straight fine hair. I NEED advice about what I can do to keep mine looking even a bit stylish. All my crowning glory wants to do is hang like a limp curtain.
Believe me, I have tried to find the perfect style, color and look. The pictures here attest to some of my efforts.
For about a year, I stopped dying it and wore it spiked. I loved the easy care but finally my daughter could not stay silent another minute; she sat me down and said, “Mom I love you – I hate your hair.”
So off to the Salon I marched to have color restored – but what color? I have been through every shade “Miss Clairol” makes… some have been a HUGE surprise. Like the time it came out pink (just before my 40th high school reunion…)
I curl it and it looks great – for about half an hour, then the bounce goes flat and I’m left with a few kinks and cowlick-looking bits and pieces
So, I have taken drastic steps…
“Hm-m-m-m-m,” I thought… “I have always wanted to be a redhead.” As a little girl, I coveted my cousin’s curly fiery halo… and tonight, I definitely have red – no curls, but I’ve got my trusty blow dryer and new cans of mousse and spray. These two working along with “Mr. Roller Brush” will at least give me a little volume… Of course there will be roots to deal with soon. But I’m taking it “one day at a time…”