I’m having a hair debate.
My “hair life” has been spent torturing my locks with anything and everything to create a sleek, perfectly straight look. My mind remembers not only to the obvious straighteners but all the weird contortions I tried myself. One I still use to this day – cut up old stockings/pantyhose into thick bands to bind the hair with these. Instant sleek guaranteed. I can still visualise myself as a teenager running around the house looking like a show pony; a bound ponytail sticking out for everyone to see. Like all 15 year olds, I knew best. Hindsight only shows me what a silly person I was.
Then there was the “having my hair painted with beer and wrapped around my head stage”. The hair was secured after it was neatly plastered clockwise around my head, a scarf put over the lot and then a long sit under an overhead hairdryer. What was I thinking?
What was I thinking? Imagine a certain type of male with who covers his head with his few remaining locks to conceal baldness; I looked a bit like that only with an abundance of “wrap”.
I could go on and on about my weird and wonderful hair adventures but enough said when I say how grateful I am for modern technology. The powerful blow dryer has changed my world as has the curling iron and tong. Nowadays, I have choices.
Recently I started twisting the ends to try something different – for me in any case. I like the way it falls, a little softer at the ends and it is a change. The truth is I like the look of the twists but feel more myself with the straight.
Habit is a hard one to shake. xv