But as with all things, time brings change.
Not too awful, but the above picture was taken a couple of hours after a shower. My head is covered with lots of conditioner and other anti-frizz products which I detest, but if I don't use them, I look like this.
You will agree with me that this is not a good look.
Everyone has an opinion about what I should do with my hair...everyone but me. I get comments like...
Cherish the curls. Nurture them. Use "No Poo" or "Some Poo". Don't wash it! (That one really mystifies me given the reality illustrated above.) Don't dry it! Go to a salon that does nothing but cut curls one hair at a time. Try this vitamin! Use this lotion! Cut the sides! Cut the back! Never cut it!
And then there are the comments from people who haven't seem me in a long time.
- "Oh what beautiful curls! Did you always have curls like that?" (As they are giving me this compliment they are patting me on the head with increasing vigor trying, like I do every morning, to smash down the chaotic growth coming out of my skull.
- "Wow, I cannot believe your hair!I wish I had curls (this word seems to be polite code for ungodly frizz) like that. (This from a person with straight silky locks. Come on...really?)
- "Oh my god! Look at you! I love it? What did you do to get those curls! (Oh just a couple of mastectomies, a few months of chemotherapy, some radiation, and a lot of time in bed...)
All I want is hair that is long enough to pull back in a pony tail as I have done most of my life.
This is as close as I can get to a pony tail.
I know, the resemblance is painfully obvious.
Oh well. In a couple of weeks I have an appointment at one of those strange salons that cuts each curl individually. Maybe that will help. If not, I may consider going back to this.
As always, happy to hear your thoughts.
Happy fall and lots of love.