I inherited
straight hair--no bending, no curving, and thick.
For the past few
months I’ve been in recovery from an encounter
with a perky, young beautician
fresh out of beauty school—
who left me
looking something like this.
A three month
grow-out left me looking like this.
Not too long ago
my granddaughter had her mom give her a perm.
Then her hair
looked like this.
The last time I
had a perm, most people’s hair looked like this.
I guess that puts me on the
slippery side of over the hill.
So I’ll blame senility
for finding myself looking in the mirror at this the other day.
A self-inflicted
perm. As in permanent.
After a haircut
I looked like this.
The blow dryer
didn’t help.
Neither did gel.
I told my daughter I was considering another haircut.
Maybe I’d have it chopped
down to about two inches.
Then with some
piercings I could look like this.
My daughter said
I should spike it and color it purple.
With a little
leather and a studded collar I could look like this!
Perhaps a hat
could hide the disaster.
How about the
rustic geezer look?
Other people
wear strange hats and look just fine.
I understand
there was a rush to own a copy of this hat.
Maybe my new ‘do
will help me be a better artist.
Or not.
(SIGH)
