chap 09Do you even know what your hair is anymore?

After decades of blow-drying and pulling and stretching and coloring and perming  . . . how could anyone know?

Years ago I had a long talk with my hair.  I made a very strong case, but it simply refused to listen. The battle lines were drawn.  My hair wanted to be curly, and me?  Nope.  It was 1969 — a year full of rebellions — and I had to look like a Mamma from the Mammas and the Pappas– straight hair, parted down the middle.

Hello, orange juice cans and Dippity Do.

Until the 1970s when I discovered the Farrah Fawcett look and the blow-dryer, all in the same year.

Hello, damaged hair.

Then came the 80s .  .  . well, let’s just forget about the 80s.

In the 90s, my hair was not only blow-dried, but ironed straight and sleek, too, by the latest hot stylist.  Rain?  I stayed in.  Humidity?  Baseball cap.

Well, I won the war, but lost the battle. As I entered my 50s, I no longer had hair.

I had road kill.

After alot of digging, I finally found the solution – letting my hair be what it was meant to be.  No more blow-drying (unless I’m in a terrible rush and it’s 32 degrees or colder), MUCH more conditioner, and a lot LESS shampoo.


Well . . . take a look at this short video. And you tell me.

And remember this: We can’t control getting older . . . but . . . we can control how we do it!

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Hair. The bane of my existence. Ask anyone who’s ever known me. I have the 3 plagues …fine, thinnish, dishwater hair and live in hot, HUMID HoustonTX.
I have searched for the perfect combo of cut/color/stylist/ products for as long as I can remember. I now go weeks…months,even.. betw cuts and color. It’s much less stressful. My dad used to tell me (knowing my obsessive hatred of my hair,) that the less I did to it, the better I looked. I have begun to see his point…and I don’t have the emotional energy for all that hair-related agony. (I wasn’t called “the salon slut,” for nothing!!!) but my au naturel hair, alas, does not look like yours..;>

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