I'm considering whether this would be funny to put across the bottom of my personal business cards: "Yes, You can ask me about my hair." Because I think more people want to than do. What do you think? I do enjoy talking about my gray hair when someone asks, and it would kinda break the ice.
Another hair thought...
I've learned some things of late as my hair's gotten longer, and I've been wearing it down. The importance of brushing on so many levels. First, I remembered how when I was little there was this thing about 100 brush strokes before bed - I think I got it from the Little House on the Prairie books. I remember regularly cleaning brushes full of hair.
Like many people with long hair, I'm constantly dropping long strands. I particularly notice it during gaming when one of my hairs finds its way to the board. So I wondered if more brushing (more than just what it takes to style my hair) would solve this.
I mean, it felt like something I used to know and do, and somehow forgot. And BTW, it's totally true! When I give my hair a good brushing before I go out, I shed less, and my hair is more manageable as well.
Another reason brushing is important: When the wind blows, my gray hair kinks up, sticks out, and I look like a crazy person. One day last month, I didn't actually look into a mirror at myself until the end of the day, AFTER a movie. I was washing my hands, and I thought, Oh, I should look in the mirror, and I literally gasped at what a fool I looked. (Yes, I'm often so in my head that I can stand at a sink and not actually see myself.)
I notice people look at my hair fairly regularly, with various expressions. So it's difficult to realize that on a particular day "gray hair, how odd" has turned to "look at that woman with the crazy-person hair." Total mortification! But seriously, my hair could be perfect and sometimes I get that look just because I've got gray hair. There's no way to really read an expression coming at me and realize something's off.
So now I'm trying to regularly make sure my hair is as tamed as possible, and I'm not rocking the Einstein look. Oy vey!
I totally realized I should have taken a picture of my crazy hair for the blog, but in the few seconds it took to have that thought, I'd whipped open my purse, grabbed my comb, and brushed my hair back down into place in a frenzy of horror that I'd been walking around that way.
You know, when it's windy and it feels great, sometimes you want to think you're rocking some sort of sexy, windswept look. Yeah, Not So Much.