Mine is getting longer which, he says, is a Good Thing. It takes forever to dry, though – and as it is so fine, it does pretty well need to be washed every day. There is also more grey these days, so it is coloured. Nothing too wicked – a shade lighter than my natural one.
*sigh* When i was five, my hair was white blonde – it has darkened steadily ever since.
I’ve never been one for major hair re-vamps – an occasional “red” rinse has been about as extreme as it got.
So a recent conversation with someone who was aiming at purple hair for the Lash party struck a chord. Why would you want purple hair, I ask?
Then the Domly one wagged a warning finger (metaphoricaly speaking): he has plans for my hair, he says.
This requires an entry in the book, asap – hair may be grown/cut at his whim, but anything else is a hard limit!
What is it about the “crowning glory” thing for women? And, I’m sure, some men. It is part of me, something i can hide behind or show off, subject to mood. Something that can be useful, tied into rope. Grabbed and pulled. Used to dry something tender and loved after i have “washed” it clean. Why do i want to hold it back as mine and not his?
I don’t want to stand out: i am a shy, conservative (note the small c!) soul. I have changed enormously in terms of dress in recent months, and posture. People have noticed. All of a sudden – I am visible. I am told not to walk with my head down.
The idea of purple or, indeed, any other colour! – is scary as hell.
He may have been joking – but one can never tell and maybe that is why I woke at three a.m. feeling nervous.
Or maybe I was just missing him.