October 28, 2020

Getting back to the Roots

 


Growing up, I had incredibly long blonde hair. It was the one thing my mother REFUSED to cut. For me, it was a head ache in more ways than one. I really didn't like having incredibly long hair. 

Somewhere around my pre-teens, I took to a pair of scissors and cut a couple feet off, yep 24". If I would have only taken a foot she probably wouldn't have noticed. She was furious and of course I was in trouble? 

A couple years later I found the scissors again and took another couple feet off. Still long, but way shorter than it was.... I was much happier. 

One very pissed off mother... Yep, in trouble again. 

Eventually I moved out, married and started having kids. 

After having babies and not appreciating my hair being pulled, I found the scissors and went for super short. 

That pissed the hubby off, so I went for broke and practically shaved it all.  With the exception of the tail.... 

Over the course of years... The tail grew and has been completely cut off at least 3 times, only to have it grow back. My hair cutting was a continual ongoing part of my self care routine, as regular as the clay mask and salt soaks.. Flippy's cut daily. 

Compliments came in many forms and from many people. My hair....

Many times I was asked where I go to have it cut?. 
No joke, people across the intersection would point at their hair then mine and give me a thumbs up? 
A lady once followed me in the store to approach me and ask who cuts it... 
Too many times, I heard "nice hair" by those passing by.
It was a bit crazy. I never thought of it as anything more than my hair and cutting it the way I wanted it to look.



So a couple months ago..... I cut off the tail and threw away my hair cutting scissors.......

And for a couple months my hair has been driving me straight up nuts. I've not bought hair spray or even trimmed one flippy......

Did I mention it's driving me nuts.

The deal is, I had always promised my mother that I would someday let it grow back. She argued with me that I never would. She's passed now. I'm 56. I thought to myself recently, that I better start letting it grow or she's going to be right. 

Now the relationship between myself and my mother, clearly cannot let her be right about this one. So, my hair continues to grow and drive me nuts. 

At some point it will be long enough to cut and straighten out, getting rid of the flippy's without taking away from the length..

The things we use to motivate ourselves? 


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