The Chronicles of a Head of Hair

The Chronicles of a Head of Hair…

Yep, this is me writing…

When we first met many years ago, I was quite sparse then. Here I was, only a curlicue on top with fringes of straight, blonde hair, accompanying baby Joanne’s toothless grin.

I was quite uncontrollable in those grade school years. Her mother tied me down with “pigtails”. This worked to no avail for I even tried to walk out of those braids. I wore the label of being “contrary”.

It was decided to cut my braids and give me a permanent hair wave…Lots of luck!!! I walked out of the beauty shop as a “Harpo Marx” look a like!!

The teen age years gave way to the D.A. (modeled after a duck’s wavy backside) can you imagine? I was mighty cold in the winter months. The next trend was the Poodle. It also was another permanent wave horror. She couldn’t even comb through me.

Ah, the twenties…Independence and more styles. Here comes the bleach processing years. Ouch!!
I got processed before adding color. When the processed was finished I lightened up to a Lucille Ball orange/red. The color toner was added to create a honey blonde color. She had me styled in a page boy medium length look. Not bad but the pain to achieve the look at the time was worth it.

One of my greatest and unusual looks was the dye job so she could act her part for a stage play as an Indian. Yep, you knew I was going to say Black hair!! It took two bottles of dye for her friend to cover all of my thickness!!

The decision this time was to dye me red and cut me into a Pixie style! She decided to go out that night with friends. While having a drink a young man made the remark that she was pretty but needed more hair!

She got married. I never stayed the same. My life was always back and forth between long and short. Chemically, I had some vacation time. Fortunately, I was able to repair myself.

The years have gone by. She now has a job at a Hair Replacement Studio! I guess I have something to look forward to in my old age.