Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair!
Today, I did it. I went to the hairdresser and let a professional take charge of my grey hair dilemma. The young lady cut my hair a couple of months ago as part of a fundraiser for Juvenile Diabetes research. She works for the sister of Fair Chair at a cute salon not far from home, and I liked the haircut, so I thought, “What could it hurt? I’ll let her do color.”
She’s not much older than #1 Son.
I felt a little old sitting there in the chair as she ran her fingers through my unruly, overly frizzy mop of hair which did no credit to her previous good work. We settled on a darker brown than I had used at home, one that is closer to my natural fairly dark brown. She suggested throwing in a few highlights. (In my mind, the cash register went Ka-ching!) I remembered how much I had liked the haircut and said yes.
While she left me to “process,” I read an article in Vanity Fair about Camilla Parker Bowles. I hope I am nicer-looking than she is. Also nicer.
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in…
After the “processing” and the shampoo, I moved to a chair on the other side of the room, near a window. This is when I realized that her hair was a combination of red and blonde that looked almost pink in sections. I began to wonder what my hair was going to look like when it dried.
She put a few more layers in this time. It’s okay, I guess. It’s still long in the back, which pleases Pure Luck, but it means no more French Braids or secure ponytails. For most of the blow-dry I was turned a bit away from the mirror, so it was a bit of a shock when she turned me toward it and I saw that my bangs were blown so large they looked like I had rolled then on cans.
“How do you like it?” she asked with a smile.
“I really like the color!! I like the highlights, too, they’re so cute!”
“But I think maybe the bangs are a little too big for me.” I could imagine people unable to focus on my sermon due to the fascination of the bangs. I thought of a woman we know who carries a Bichon Frise in her pocketbook and drives a Mercedes; her bangs are that big. I’m not rich enough to wear bangs that big and round.
She fixed the bangs.
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
I have sort of big hair. It was always pretty straight until about five years ago, and then it seemed to develop a life of its own. It makes me wonder why I spent all that money on perms and things of that nature.
The style these days is to blow the hell out of all that big hair, after first taming it with “product.” (At least that seems to be the style in City By the Sea. Those of you living in more sophisticated urban centers may know differently.) Other than the Coke can bangs, my hair was astonishingly flat.
The first person to mention this was #2 Son when he arrived at church to help at the Roast Beef Supper. I was up in my little garret office, and he came looking for me.
“Your hair. It’s different.”
“Yes, I know. She put highlights in it.”
“No, it’s flat. It’s really, really flat.”
I’m glad he told me, because you see I had no idea! (*&^$in’ flat hair.)
“Don’t worry. I won’t be able to copy this.”
How can people be so heartless
How can people be so cruel
Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold
At the Roast Beef Supper, I discovered that young girls find my new hair situation fascinating, while most other people look perplexed, except for women in my age bracket who praised it like they should.
Pure Luck comes over at the end of the supper to mop the floors. He came up behind me and said, “You look different.”
I turned around and looked up at him. (He is, after all, eleven feet tall.)
“Is it bad?”
Then I turned again and saw her. The Princess was coming the length of the church hall, and as she came closer her smile grew wider and brighter. Finally she was bouncing up and down with glee.
“Mom, you look awesome!!”
When the moon is in the Seventh House
and Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars.