Does anyone actually like their hair?

Gimme a head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me 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 I can grow it My hair

When I was growing up I had the stupidest hair ever. Well, still do, but it was rather harsh having to grow up with it.

A bit of personal history. My mother was half-Cree Indian with thick straight shiny gorgeous hair, the type most people dream of. My father was of Irish descent with a thin frizzy curly mop on his head. Guess whose hair I ended up inheriting???

So unfair! Also, my younger sister got the thick straight gorgeous Indian hair and spent years perming it so as to make it curly. Gaaaaaa!

I maintain I would have turned out a much more emotionally balanced and happy person had I been blessed with straight thick hair 😉 And I’m only partially kidding about that. I grew up with what amounted to having a demented looking poodle sitting on my head most of the time – which did no wonders for my already shaky self-esteem I can tell ya.

Anyhow, I was reminded of this today when I went out for my twice a year haircut. I’ve had the same haircut for about thirty years now – a simple chin length bob. The hairdresser spent about half an hour drying it straight and making me look fabulous … then the minute I walked out the door into humidity and heat and start sweating the ol’ poodle thing started happening again.

You will rarely see a photo of me without my so-called hair slicked back into a ponytail or a bun … it’s just too hideous to consider otherwise.