Speaking about my
father’s love of my mother’s exotic looks, one story he liked to tell was how
much he admired her dark, long hair. It
was very thick, quite long, and extremely dark brown. Having read some romantic novels where the
hero runs his hands through the heroines long hair he was inspired to do so on
one of his first dates with Mom. What
did he hear?
“My hair, please don’t touch my
hair!”
Cold water on the ardent lover!
It was a refrain he heard many times
in their married life. It was her hair
this, her hair that. She couldn’t go out
until she’d done her hair. My mother had
to have perfect hair even to do her grocery shopping (no word of a lie – my
mother was well into her fifties before I ever saw her go grocery shopping in
slacks. She always, always wore a skirt
when she went shopping – even in Winnipeg in -40 degree weather). Her hair was always perfectly coifed, she
always wore foundation and lipstick. My
mother set the standard for all her daughters and I have to admit I don’t go
beyond my property without wearing lipstick.
[When I was in Cuba I wore
lipstick down to the beach and one of the ladies I met there told me her
companion had commented on how shocking that I would wear lipstick to the beach
– I didn’t dare admit that I also was wearing foundation! True story.]
Imagine Dad’s dismay when he had 3
teenage daughters who were also throwing hissy fits when their hair didn’t sit
just so! We have a lot of hair in our
family which is nice (no worries about going bald) but we are also very sensitive
about how it looks. My one niece has a
penchant for hats to cover up her bad hair days, but then she has a good face
for hats. The rest of us are not so
fortunate! Sometimes I’ve had to wash my
hair twice in order for it to be decent enough to walk outdoors. A real problem for me is that my hair is so
thick that it takes a long time to dry naturally and in the winter time using
the blow dryer makes the hair super dry.
I used to chuckle when my mother
would get impatient with her hair but these days I feel her pain almost every
day. Mother Nature has a way of making
things come around to the next generation.
I miss the ‘60’s when hair was supposed to be ignored. Long, straight, parted in the middle and just
let it go!
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