Haircut

I gave little darling a tiny haircut today. I just really wanted to clip her bangs because she absolutely refuses to leave her hair pulled back and I wanted to get it out of her eyes. I think I cut it too short, and she moved, so it is a bit uneven. The little lock of hair is so precious I have to save it. When I snipped it off I was reminded of this woman I taught in my women's studies art history class three years ago. We discussed a piece by Kathy Prendergast, Love Object, a brush with a woman's long brown hair attached and at the end of the hair was a comb. Some people were uncertain how to react to a sculpture with real hair and struggled to connect with the work. So in order to try to generate some ideas we discussed the different meanings culturally attached to hair. A woman who was normally quite quiet in class shared what hair symbolised to her. She told us that she had saved a lock of hair from her daughter who died at age six. She absolutely cherished this precious, soft curl that she kept in a special little box. When I glanced around at the other women, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Even as I write this, I still tear up thinking about that poignant story. I suppose one really can't put a value on memories.

A Mother is Always Right?

Two weeks ago I got the great idea to dye my hair. I had spent the last two years (due to pregnancy and laziness) growing it out to my natural color. One night I was inspired to change something and that something was my hair. It turned out a little red but I thought nothing of it. At least not at first. But when talking to my mother on Skype she laid it on the line for me. I suppose the one person I can always trust to tell me the truth is my mother. In a panic I decided I needed to colour over it and fast. But the problem was the red I put in was, well, really red. It wasn't intended to be but apparently my hair was lighter than I thought. So I tried to dye it brown. That worked for about two days. The first picture is my most recent, a mix between the two colours. The middle was right after I dyed it brown and the last is my Ronald McDonald colour. You can tell I am not impressed. Note to self: do not dye hair again until you need to cover gray. Note to self #2: Listen to your mother, she has your best interests at heart.