yup i know i shouldnt write a post this late i know i will wake up tomorrow and stare at my blog thinking what the hell did i write last night, and does it even make sense? but i needed a break from writing stories before my eyes went square or fell out or something so i thought i would have a chatter at you about my battle with my hair 🙂

you see for years i have a approached the idea of hair and make up as another area  i can be creative in, this has lead to some amusement over the years but hey i was lucky i was a teenager in the eighties i caught the very tail end of punk and i adored it, it fitted so well with my incredibly political take on life my early cynicism and of course it appealed to my dress sense, coupled with the advent of new romantics i considered myself very lucky i was able to experiment beyond my wildest creative dreams in everything i wore and every style of make up and hair i chose,

now in my earliest incarnation of career choices i was an artist, long suffering for my art i stopped just short of cutting my ear off but along with the sense of indignation at society and any form authority my willingness to stand up and protest at any given opportunity the life of a starving artist fitted right in there with everything else, great, except i am so glad now that not many if any photographs of me exist from that time because i really did embrace the whole exploring the outer limits of clothing and hairstyles, and i really would just curl up in a ball of cringe, dying of embarassment, groaning sounds on the floor offering large sums of money for them to never be made public,

 i have always been able to sew i dont even remember learning its been that long, so i had great fun making all my own clothes i hated any store you got on the high street and would not only refuse to wear anything mainstream but i would treat you to a most withering look should you dare to suggest such a heinous idea. yes i had too many piercings and yes my mohican was loud proud and flopped if you didnt use two cans of hairspray and i believe i experimented with egg whites and probably even glued it up at one point. ( you know the most annoying thing about having a mohican hairstyle? no? oh you do surprise me well i shall tell you its when people think it is fun to slap your baldy side bits that is the single most annoying thing about having  any hair style involving bits shaved off)

i loved the idea you could literally cobble together any piece of material no matter what it was made from and you made an oufit, i do remember at one time i was very proud of my resourcfulness as i had to go work that night and prepare yourselves for shock some of you but i worked as a (whispers very quietly topless barmaid) hey i was young and my theory was my boobs just sat there not doing anything for 90 % of the time so if they earned me some money just for being shown then i was cool with it , the job didnt last long because strangely and i imagine there is a whole book in here somewhere but i started to feel uncomfortable and so one day i just rang up and said i wasnt doing it no more this was after about three weeks of working there. but i was being resourcful and i needed an outfit for that nights work and i took the piece of lace i had holding my dreads up yes i had migrated along to blond dreadlocks at this point in my life and i took the piece of black lace from my hair and sewed it to my corset top so it was under my boobs and went to work proud of my ingenuity in adversity thing, 

so back to my hair adventures after being young and enjoying all these extreme hairstyles i wanted to grow my hair long again you see all through my childhood i had waist length hair; long straight i could sit on it that sort of thing, so i started from my early years with long, brown, straight, hair hated it i wasnt allowed to change it ; fathers rules, but the husband of the time he was my first husband and luckily not part of my life now, but he was still heavily into the politically, alternative, living outside of mainstream society, person and hated it the idea of my sporting such a normal hair do, i remember him growling about me wanting flake girl hair, ;- for those who are not english or too young to remember but in the eighties and possibly earlier there was a series of adverts for a chocolate bar called flake and they all featured a gorgeous looking sexy woman eating the chocolate flake bar in various states of undress, yes i know there wassome serious imagery going on there,  well they each had long gorgeous sexy hair and i loved it and wanted that however as the heated discussion went with first husband he snarls about flake girls i counter with him forever wanting me with mohican and i couldnt have mohican hair when i was 35 course the argument went of for the remaining years of the relationship but the result was short  hair and the demise of the marriage, i shall resist the urge to go woot 🙂

after about 9 years with husband one, husband two happens and i am now controlled by his idea of what his woman should look like and my hair does get quite longish and blond and i am still not happy, see bleaching your hair is crap, it looks good but you have to keep doing the roots cos that black line is not attractive and it just wrecks your hair so periodically it got cut off to get back to hair with some life left in it, so short blond and wrecked my poor hair suffered so much i could never find a hair do i could be happy with , or live with

finally i grow old enough to not care about my looks i get to a place where even if this husband; husband number two goes awol or any other kind of not being here; which in the light of some of his antics during the course of our twenty three year relationship/marriage he could just as easy go any time as stay you can never really tell, but i let it grow ,let go brown and i almost liked it,

last year we had the year that was our annus horriblis as a family well me and the kids anyways  and suffice it to say we suffered three very traumatic and sudden  bereavements and one of the strange ways i have of dealing with trauma is to cut my hair off so back to short hair i did dye it pink for a while too sometimes i think i just do it because i can,

it is finally growing again and after messing about on a make over site with my oldest it turns out the best hairstyle for me is long brown straight hair and hubby says he always liked it long brown straight the best anyway, pfffft i thought because sometimes pfffft is all you can say,

this week i completely forgot it was mortgage week and went into the next town bigger than this and did shopping – I know i will regret this because now i have find money for mortgage – but anyway one of the things i bought was hair, yup i found an absolute bargain this gorgeous hair matched my brown hair exactly and it was only a fiver ! how cool is that 🙂 and  my oldest was a darling and fixed in the extensions, i looked in the mirror and i loved it, my hair was you guessed it long brown and straight and it looked gorgeous.

so to surmise turns out the best hair was what i naturally had all along and until i grow it all back again i shall use the extensions but see the next time i get bored/stressed/traumatized and reach for the scissors please take them off me before i cut my hair off 🙂 thank you

 have a great evening everyone

sweet dreams

xx