My first effort this week resulted in a look reminiscent of a matryoshka doll – those fat little pear-shaped things with completely smooth heads. That’s how my thin fine hair looked – flattened against my skull as if I’d been swimming.
My second effort? Bubble-cut Barbie (an over-compensation for the drowned rat look). Attached to a body the shape of a matryoshka doll. Even Barbie has thicker hair.
Yesterday? Spiky. Mostly because I’d been running my hands through it all day while I tried to hunker down and get some work done. Still attached to the body….
Feedback so far:
- Daughter: “Yes, it’s a bit matronly but that sweater you’re wearing doesn’t help.” She had a point. I was wearing a chenille bed-jacket for a sweater. I was cold.
- Sister: “I like it!” She has always had short hair so she’s biased. And hers is thin but thicker than mine with a natural curl.
- Mother: “It’s cute!” My mother has a cartoon on her fridge that describes the five stages of life: childhood, youth, middle age, old age. And cute. Thanks, Mom.
- Neighbour: “Hm. It will grow.” My neighbour has hair down to her waist. Lovely, thick wavy hair. Down to her waist.
- Mother-in-law: Silence. Nothing. Not a word. But maybe that was the wine talking.
Tomorrow I go back to see Donnie. I must be out of my mind.