Hair appreciation is my theme today. I sing in praise of ordinary, everyday, unreconstituted, natural head-hair. Not polished and painted and fertilised and topiarised but spreading wild and free like weeds.
I hear many people (including me) complaining about their hair these days. Yes, mine’s pretty wild after weeks in lockdown. But today I’m thinking, it’s nice to have hair on my head. I’m used to it. It’s part of me. I do appreciate my hair, no matter how rough.
When I eventually get to my hairdresser and she whips out her scissors, how will I feel—nostalgic? possessive? even scared? But then she will work her magic and I’ll emerge looking temporarily chic.
On the other hand, I’m also a fan of bald scalps. They have a beauty all their own.
Good Thing #1 of the Day: having a head on my neck, whether bald or hairy.