When I was a kid, I always had short hair – a pixie cut, to be exact.
And I hated it.
My mom always told me I could grow my hair as long as I wanted it once I was old enough to take care of it myself.
So when I hit my adolescent years, I grew my hair out – as far as it would go.
I grew it out during my 20s and I grew it out into my 30s.
My mother’s comment then was, “Don’t you think you’re a bit old for long hair?”
I finally got tired of having to use two full bottles of hair dye to get the red color I preferred; got tired of it taking all day to dry when I washed it, got tired of it being straight as a tick unless I set it overnight (even then, the curl only lasted a few hours). Tired of being able to do nothing with it except wad it up on top of my head in a messy bun.
I couldn’t put it in a ponytail – that gave me headaches. I couldn’t pull it back with a headband – that look was, indeed, a bit young for me plus it also gave me headaches.
So I finally got it chopped off and permed.
I had the hairdresser save the cut hair and I put it in a box which I mailed to my mother, with a note simply asking, “Happy now?”
I was such a bitch. (Still am, truth be told.)
When I got into my 50s, I finally went with super short hair and I LOVE it.
Nothing to do but run a comb through it and run.
It dries in a flash.
And it is what you need for hot California summers.
Now we’re in the days of Corona. It has been over 7 months since I’ve had a hair cut.
It’s summer. It’s hot.
And this mop of hair is driving me up a wall.
It’s not long enough to put into a ponytail (which would give me a headache anyhow); and I certainly cannot wad it up on top of my head.
It’s in my face. It’s on the back of my sweaty neck.
I just don’t know how I could stand it all those years during all those hot and humid Michigan summers and all those stifling Los Angeles summers.
So far, I have resisted grabbing a pair of scissors. My hairdresser gives me a cut that still looks good even when I go months without a haircut and I’d hate to ruin her perfection.
But ooooooh, the temptation.
5 thoughts on “THIS FAT OLD LADY’S TBT – HOW DID I SURVIVE SUMMERS?”
Nice picture! 🙂
Thank you! A very old picture! I was doing a cabaret show at a local club with a friend (we had won a talent contest and the prize was getting to do a whole show there) and this is one of the promotional shots!
I don’t know if I mentioned it but I recently returned to 35mm film photography after I discovered my old camera in my closet in hibernation for 23 years.
I guess I have COVID-19 to thank.
I’m reacquainting myself to landscape and portrait photography.
I know you gave me instructions on how to post pictures but I’m still trying to figure that out.
I created a WordPress account and I logged on and “followed” your blog. Still, when I try to download a picture, I don’t see the option 😦
You’ll need to “snip” the scanned or downloaded photo and save it to a file (I just use the default Picture folder that Microsoft supplies). Then in WordPress, where you write your blog post – there is an icon that (I think, says “Add +” – Click on that – then you have some options – I use “Media Library” which shows me every image I have posted in the blog. At the top of that is an “Add new” icon. I click on that and it takes me to my folder list – from there, I find the photo I have saved, and once I have selected it, I click on “Open” and it downloads to my WordPress media library. Once it is downloaded, you make sure that image is selected and at the bottom you click on “Insert” – and voila! The photo appears in your blog (it will appear wherever your cursor is once you started this process). It seems like a lot of steps, but it really isn’t that bad – it kind of leads you step-by-step to where you need to go. Hope this helps!
Thanks for the detailed instructions. I think I know the issue. I haven’t completed my 2-step site creation because I don’t want to set up the monthly fee at this time. Thanks again ❤