I love this week's offering. Hair has always been a big deal for me. Jo too. My mother was a hairdresser. I grew up surrounded by scissors, combs, curlers, tongs, dyes and sprays. I remember having to carefully follow my mum's instructions as I brushed foul-smelling paste from the plastic mixing bowl into her roots. And those weird rubber hats full of holes she pulled hair through with a little hook in order to add highlights before they invented foils. Then along came punk and the ideas my brother and I had for our haircuts began to conflict with our mother's. One Christmas we were not allowed in the house unless we wore a hat due to the Joe Strummer mohawks we decided looked the business. "There is a time to comb and a time to cut." that phrase has stayed with me since the School of Myth.
The heated curlers. I used to loved to play with my mum's heated curlers set. The hard plastic spikes so tactile to my young hands. I remember when I dyed my hair pink, while my parents were away for a weekend. I had to hide it under a head scarf when I went round to my grandmother's house. I can't remember how, must I must have had to dye it back before the parents got home. Now everyone has coloured hair (and tattoos). They were taboo when I was a teenager...a clear act of rebellion. Yes, the time to comb and a time to cut! Thanks for the reminder of that story...the Earth Gnome wasn't it?
I love this week's offering. Hair has always been a big deal for me. Jo too. My mother was a hairdresser. I grew up surrounded by scissors, combs, curlers, tongs, dyes and sprays. I remember having to carefully follow my mum's instructions as I brushed foul-smelling paste from the plastic mixing bowl into her roots. And those weird rubber hats full of holes she pulled hair through with a little hook in order to add highlights before they invented foils. Then along came punk and the ideas my brother and I had for our haircuts began to conflict with our mother's. One Christmas we were not allowed in the house unless we wore a hat due to the Joe Strummer mohawks we decided looked the business. "There is a time to comb and a time to cut." that phrase has stayed with me since the School of Myth.
The heated curlers. I used to loved to play with my mum's heated curlers set. The hard plastic spikes so tactile to my young hands. I remember when I dyed my hair pink, while my parents were away for a weekend. I had to hide it under a head scarf when I went round to my grandmother's house. I can't remember how, must I must have had to dye it back before the parents got home. Now everyone has coloured hair (and tattoos). They were taboo when I was a teenager...a clear act of rebellion. Yes, the time to comb and a time to cut! Thanks for the reminder of that story...the Earth Gnome wasn't it?