I am blessed unblessed with long spiral frizzy hair. It is on a good day, a bird nest that makes my head look pea sized compared to all the hair that lives on it.
I hate it, other people love it. Them people are a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic personally.
Now as I grow older, my amazing nest of hair full of volume and natural curl, graces me with a shade of colour that associates me with the older generation. I even skipped the whole grey look and got white strands early. Bonus.
I’m not sure if the whole going grey thing early in life is in my genes, but I figure growing five people in my belly also had something to do with the colour being sucked out of my hair. They sucked my brain cells right out of my brain while I carried them, there is a chance they took some of my hair colour too.
I thank the Gods daily for my hair imperfection. Not.
I always wished as a child to wake up one morning and find that this mistake had been corrected and I would have straight unfrizzy hair.
It’s never happened. Bastards.
In recent years it’s become a necessity to grace my locks with hair dye. Whoever invented that shit needs an award. One big arsed award that stands higher than them.
After weeks of looking in the mirror every morning and staring at my old shade of grey with them pesky white streaks shimmering through, I got off my lazy busy arse and dyed it my usual shade of purple. And then I straightened it with the next best invention ever created, my GHD.
The feeling of my body mirroring the age of my brain was instant. I no longer felt like a skanky old cow that just existed. I felt – and still do – like a new woman.
I feel my thirty something years, maybe even a couple less. Now all I need to do is paint my toenails and the inner me will feel completely normal again. Alive.
Call me vain if you must. Hell I’ll even agree with you.
But when you’re always the last person to be taken care of, sometimes the small things in life – like ungreying your hair and taming the beast – are the ones that make the biggest difference.
And reignite your fire within.
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LOL – I would be one of those people a couple of sandwiches short of picnic – I would have given (just about) anything to have some curls in my hair – it is dead straight ALTHOUGH it does get a great 60′s flick if I don’t blow dry / straighten it !!
As for the colour, being very close to 48, I have been looking for grey hair for a while – alas apart from a couple which K pulled out because they were at the back of my head and she was mortified at the thought of her Mom going grey, I haven’t managed to find any. They must be around somewhere – just not sure where (oh, I wonder if they took up residence on your head in error ????)
But, you know what – I don’t care what you hair looks like, I don’t care what colour it is because neither of those would change the way you write or the person that you are !!!!
Have the best week (coloured hair and all !!!)
Me
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Complete opposites! I would do anything for straight hair.. or even just unfrizzy hair!
Yes they found me instead! You can have them back any time you want… like now would be good! Although I have to say, having greys and the odd white hairs does make a colour look better than it would on the dark brown colour most of my hair is!
And you are too sweet *blushes* Thankyou. That’s so nice
xxx
Miss Cinders recently posted..vanity of a thirty something year old mum
Good on you – GHDs are the shiz for frizz! Love this post – thanks for the smile
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I don’t know how I lived without my GHD for so long! I didn’t realise what low quality Gravels straightener was until the GHD entered my life. I would marry it if I could
xxx
Miss Cinders recently posted..vanity of a thirty something year old mum
My hair is mentally curly too and I haven’t had it cut in a year. I wash it, brush it and put the windows down in the car (really). I put red through it for the Saturday night night out, so I kind of looked like an aging hippy, and when it rained on us in spectacular fashion I looked even more impressive
I kind of like its messy devil may care attitude and don’t even mind the many silvers creeping in, but the red was my way of having a little fun and a little bit of pampering. Also, my 12 year old daughter painted my toe nails, bless her little heart.
And why the hell shouldn’t you pamper yourself a little? Good for you – I’ve only grown two people and I feel like I deserve a medal, I reckon you’re up for a trophy
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I’m getting hair extensions soon, just to see what having long hair feels like.
To see if I want to keep growing it.
There is a difference between self pride and vanity
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Holy cow, it’s like you were looking into a mirror displaying my reflection when you explained your hair – and thank you – you have just inspired me to go get my hair “ungreyed” this very week!