Maybe because I see it all over my floors and in the tub.
Maybe because I am pushing 50 and I want to change my current look.
Or maybe it's just because I am a woman and that's what we do.
When I was a child, like most little girls of the 60's I wore my hair long and in a pony tail.
When I was about 10 my mother, who was dreadfully tired of combing the tangles out of my mop every day, allowed me to get my hair cut in the then fashionable "shag" style of TV land....
My Daddy was not a happy camper to say the least. Like most men, he felt women; and especially young girls, should have long hair. I grew it back out and by the time I was 13 it looked something like this.....
I suspect I looked more like Barry Manilow than I did this beautiful girl though.
Of course by the time I was 17 we were well into the 80's and the "Big Hair Movement" as it came to be known to most of us. I didn't exploit my hair as much as many of the other girls because I had very thick hair and it just refused to be manipulated. However, it did very often turn out to be something even John Bon Jovi could be proud of, or in this case Morgan Fairchild.
Since those days my hair has been in so many different styles and so many different colors I could never show all of them.
These days I just wish I could find my happy spot. I am getting dangerously close to this...
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