Hair, that is… What to do about my hair? I’ve worn it long, I’ve worn it short. I am only ever happy with it for a little while and then I want to change it. Seems I can’t make up my mind which way to go. I just get it grown out when I get the itch to cut it.

I love those chic moms with short coifs. They always look so pulled together. They look like they are capable of handling anything that comes their way. Cool, breezy, no worries-I’ve-got-my-act-together. The trouble, for me, is that I always have trouble finding the time to make a good cut look nice every day. The short cut I liked the best on me took 30 seconds and a dollop of pomade to make little spiky quiffs around the back of my head. You know, the ‘do’ that looks like a bird who has been backwards through a windstorm. (How on Earth THAT should look pulled together is still a mystery to me…)

I love those moms who can make long hair look gorgeous. Mine just… well… hangs there. I don’t have lovely thick locks. I do have a small crop of curls – just one row at the nape of my neck. You can see them when I pull my hair up in one of those infernal hairclips. I love those curls. I wish they were all over. But they are not. Permanent waves are an extravagance I can’t justify given the numbers of pairs of shoes our family requires.

I mentioned the infernal hairclip. I have a love-hate relationship with it. It’s dead convenient, but it’s a one-trick pony. Gather, twist, clip. So I walk around looking like I have a hair fountain growing out of the top of my head. Worked for me when I was a mere babe – I’ve got pictures. Putting my hair up in most other ways is just pathetic. Buns come out looking like those mini snack things rather than the Cinnabon sized beauties my daughter (*my daughter* UGH) gets. My braids look like a pitiful piece of brown twine compared with the luxurious rope some *others-who-shall-remain-nameless* have. If I have lovely long layers cut into my hair, I’ll look less like Mrs. Osteen and more like Billy Ray Cyrus. I know, I’m coveting what isn’t mine. I’m bitter, you’re right.

I have been seriously considering keeping my long hair covered in a snood most of the time. They look very nice indeed. I love hats of all kinds. But sometimes I just want to have HAIR, nice hair to look at. I love variety – I don’t want just one look. I’m in a quandary.

Then again, perhaps a wig collection would be best…

Posted: 09|25|06 at 8:07 am. Filed under: from our hearth and home.
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