The History of My Hair
I mean why not, it’s better than some other things I could write about!
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Dear Red Cabbage Heads,
I was writing a rather long maudlin and serious piece, when I thought no one wants this drivel! You may as well talk about hair! And actually, I thought, that’s not too bad. My hair is something to be talked about. Often called my crowning glory; often the target of some intense bullying; often the reason people begin to talk to me. At uni I was known as ‘the one with the hair.’
I started out in life with very different hair to what I have now. And in fact it’s been through quite a few changes. So my first hair, having been born a little early was black, straight and spiky.

It quickly fell out and was replaced with very blonde curls, my Grandma always used to sing a little ditty to me whilst twirling a ringlet in her fingers.

There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead head head. When she was good she was very, very good But when she was bad she was horrid.
It stayed blonde for quite a long time. My mother kept it fairly short as the curls were hard to deal with. We fought most days over it being brushed. As I aged like most kids it darkened. Unlike most kids it went red. Though my mother never believed it, and always said she wished she’d had a red headed kid.

We had some disasters along the way. One year my mum, who always cut our hair, decided I needed layers to help tame those curls, made rather mess, AND forgot it was school photo day and let me out of house without having it brushed. The evidence immortalised on film.
After this the red began to fade. And coming into teenage hood I tried to get a handle on it. I had it cut short, my first visit to a hairdressers. I still had no clue how to look after at and dry brushed it every day. And ended up with a mop on the top of my head and now it was mousey brown.

Gosh I loved those dungarees! So I let it grow again and by the time I was 15 I yet again had a Crystal Tips triangle of frizzy growth and the ginger reappeared.

By the time I met my husband I’d learnt to control the curls more and luckily when we got married they still were in control, and still red!

Over the years the length has changed and the grey has come through (I found my 1st grey hair at 13). The longest it’s been is half way down my back, the shortest a while back now and awful. It was better when I bleached it whilst I grew it out again. There was a while I dyed it (red obviously) because I didn’t embrace my grey. Now I love my silver glitter thingy it was much more silver a few years ago and then it started having colour again, especially at the back, but not red, back to mouses brown again. Go figure. .









I have never straightened my hair. I don’t have the patience and I have enough problems recognising myself in the mirror as it is without adding to the confusion. For me curly hair has been great , I barely visit thehahirdressers. Last time was 2 years ago, the time before than 14 years ago. It hides a multitude of sins and when I wash it it looks fab.
So there you have it. A non contentious post about hair! 😂 Something a little different, eh?
Ta-ra for now, Tx
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That's some seriously amazing hair!
Actually you might be able to help me with a dilemma. My hair has always been fine, thin, oily and now that I am post menopausal and cancer treatment drugs have deprived me of every bit of estrogen I may have had remaining it's dry, wiry and frizzy. I have no clue what to do with it. I have tried a moisturizing based mousse and stopped washing it daily. But it's still a frizzy mess that I often just cover with a cap. Any genius would help. Thank