Saturday, July 14, 2007

Sunday Scribblings: Hair

With the “hair” prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week, I spent some time thinking of hair as it relates to my life. That sounds rather weighty, doesn’t it? And it sounds sort of scary, too, because hair shouldn’t really be too big of a deal, should it? Should there be a separate category of “hair” when thinking about my life? My initial thought is, “Hell, no.” But then it occurs to me that I could probably categorize my life’s moments by any subject. So it might as well be hair.

Here, in quite possibly a tangled order, some notable hair aspects of my life:

1. My hair is very thick, and everyone has always told me how envious they are about that. Yet I’m one of the least hair-conscious folks you could find. I guess my naturally thick and manageable hair enables that carefree – or careless – attitude about what sits on top of my hair.

2. Two times I have grown my hair long only to chop it off and give it away to Locks of Love. The first time, when I was about 40, I gave 13 inches. The second time, when I was 43, I gave 11 inches. Up until that second shearing with the shears, I would tell anyone who asked that I’d keep growing my hair long and giving it away until it got so gray that no self-respecting cancer-surviving kid would want it.

3. Two years ago, when I chopped it very short, I found I liked the ease of caring for it. Not really being into personal frou-frou, I never did anything with my hair long except wash it and comb it. Sadly, I also had to blow dry it somewhat or I’d have wet hair for hours, soaking through whatever shirt I was wearing. With the short hair? A veritable short cut. Wash in seconds, rinse in seconds, comb and never touch it again until the next morning’s shower. Easy-breezy. Good-bye long hair.

4. The youngest lad had a rat tail until he begged to have it cut off when he was nearing 4. I let him plead for several weeks. My husband kept saying let him cut it off. I cried when it was gone. I saved it. It reminds me of a little boy with a touch of cool.

5. My daughter has some acute sensory issues which have lessened mightily with age. She couldn’t bear to have anyone touch near her ears. We have pictures of the lads when they were 12, 13 months old, denoting the first haircut. The first haircut picture of my daughter shows a proud 5½ year old.

6. My father died when he was 56. He still had mostly dark, dark hair. I am about 10 years younger than he was when he died. I have his hair. [I actually have his hair both literally and figuratively. Literally, I’ve got clippings taken after he died.] In addition to figuratively having his hair, I also, sadly, have his hairy arms and active sweat glands. Fortunately, my nose is not his.

I find my mind conjuring up many more strands of hair in my life, but I think that’s enough for today. I’ll leave you with this quote, author unknown, “How can I control my life when I can’t control my hair?”


[I'm posting this early on Saturday because I'll be busy most of the day. I hope to spend Sunday morning reading others' hair-raising posts.]

18 comments:

gautami said...

Hair plays a major role in our life whether we accept it or not!

colleen said...

My son had a beautiful rat tail. When he started public school in the fifth grade (after homeschooling) I noticed that he was tucking it into his shirt. He was afraid to tell me he didn't like it anymore and wanted to fit in. I had to ask him if he wanted to cut it off. I was sad too! Sometime later in high school he grew it long down to his back.

My friend Mara wrote a poem about all her relationships as they related to her hair.

Tammy said...

I love that you donated your hair! I shaved my hairy arms only once...yikes! My daughter has done it for years. lol

Betty C. said...

People who have great hair are often those who care about it least - -I think you don't know what you're missing unless you don't have it! I'm not very appearance-conscious at all myself, but I've always hated my mousy hair.

Matthew said...

So glad you gave someone out there the chance to wear a bit of you around town.

Rat tails.
I'm not a fan but that's just me.

Rob Kistner said...

Enjoyed your post Patios!

Hair is, like it or not, a very clear social/religious/political marker and statement -- and always has been.

Rob Kistner said...

I mean... PATOIS! Sorry... ;(

spacedlaw said...

Strange how we cvan recall our walk through life through the lenght of hair we hsve on old pictures, eh ?

Jolene said...

I have a ton of hair issues myself. I would like to have a short cut, but my husband would freak. If I mention I'm getting a haircut, he gets tense and demands to know how much.

I haven't had a cut since last September. I cut my own bangs. I need bangs to hide my forehead and ugly eyebrows that should be classified as "eyebrow". Thank God for tweezers and wax.

I cannot believe that you are 40+ and don't have to color your hair. Amazing. My FIL is 71 and he still has thick hair that is mostly dark brown (moustache too). Dan takes after him.

I keep my hair long just so that I can stick it up in a clip. I'm lazy and can't stand to dilly-dally in the bathroom.

Just glad I'm not bald. It may happen, my paternal grandmother had to wear a wig the last 20 years of her life. Eeeks.

Crafty Green Poet said...

If ever I get the urge to cut my hair off, I'll donate it somewhere. Thanks for reminding me that that option exists!

The Freelance Cynic said...

"Rat tail" - what an outstanding name for it :)

Herb Urban said...

Donating your hair to charity is a wonderful idea. I wish I thought of that during my six year haircut strike. Though, toward the end, a great deal of the hair was too mangled or tangled to be put to good use.

Jennifer said...

Oh, how I long for short hair. My face is long and it just looks so strange on me. How jealous I am of your thick luscious no care for hair. I don't care for mine much, but I should...LOL It's thin. My sis had that long thick hair and then when she turned 40-off it came. She looks fantastic. It's not fair...LOL

paris parfait said...

It's great that you grew your hair long, then donated it. And I can understand you being sentimental about your son's rattail. I have some of my daughter's hair from her first haircut.

DJPare said...

Donating your hair is such a wonderful thing!

giggles said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. I smile every time I see your banner of pigs!
Wonderful hair tails Patois, or should I say tales! The young man that lives in my home donates his beautiful hair too! It grows so fast and is wonderfully thick! My hair is thick and fine...I envy your type of hair! It's funny that attachment to our children’s hair! I too have kept locks of my child’s hair!

Peace Giggles

minutechaser said...

Loved your post. Donating your hair is such a noble thing. Wish I'd thought of that :)

Kamsin said...

The more hair posts I read the more I realise how important and fundamental to who we are that it is.

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