Haircut

I've been fighting it for weeks. Cutting my newly growing hair. Hair is hard to come by and it grows back very slowly. But I look silly with little bits and pokes of gray peeking out from under my lovely red brown wig. It's so apparent and ridiculous. There is no help for it. I am going to have to trim my new hair.

I sit on a kitchen chair with a towel draped around my shoulders and close my eyes while Kiel's girlfriend takes the scissors from Kiel's new trimmer set and carefully cuts off the offending locks from around my ears and in the nape of my neck. I feel like crying as little wisps of hair float down to the floor.

My hair is at the "cat's fur" stage, all soft and curly, especially in the back. I have never had curly hair, except for in the sixth grade when my Sunday School teacher gave me a home perm and I had an afro before afros were in. They called me fuzz until school let out for the summer.

I have had various perms that never made a dent in my fine, straight hair. When I was a teenager, I slept on orange juice can sized rollers all night for just a bit of body. (How did I ever do that?). Then there was the disastrous perm that left a gaping bald spot on the front of my head. That was bad.

I wore my hair long when I was in college, down to the middle of my back. Straight and long. I looked a bit like an Indian princess. But when my babies came along, the long hair went. Too hard to fuss with and too easy for little fingers to get entwined in and pull!

Now I would take even the straight fine hair of my past. I still have a sort of uneven stubble that just isn't right for public viewing. So I stick with my wig, and I trim as I need to hide my unhair neatly. At some point I suspect I will have enough to let go of the wig, but not today. Besides, I may try to replicate the wig with my own hair if I am ever able.

Meanwhile, thank goodness for wigs! Even if they are plastic.