Old woman hair
July 21, 2008
“Old woman hair”. When Ham said it, I didn’t know what he meant. But, just a few days ago, I realized it. I was with some friends at my favorite hang out. These two really nice looking ladies came in. Dressed well, nice jewelry, discreet makeup. Didn’t look any older than I am, at least not to me. And the guy sitting beside me commented that they looked good to be so old. Said they could tell by the hair. One had hair cut short, with that 60’s fringe of bangs and the top teased and sprayed to perfection. The other had hers pulled back with the biggest, ugliest bow I have ever seen, with the requisite bangs. 70’s all the way.
That’s when I remembered the conversation. It’s funny, how you remember things at the oddest times, things that you thought were buried. Conversations of no import at the time, but the source of immeasurable joy when remembered later.
We were on our way home from a track meet in Niceville (one of the places I wasn’t allowed out of the kids sight because they didn’t like “the way they looked at their Mom”). Country music was on the radio, and 4 young men, our 4×4 team, were rolling their eyes, asking for real music. Switched it to “oldies” rock. My hair was down. I rolled down the window and was singing along. My hair slapped H, riding shotgun, in the face. He laughed and said, “Red’s Mom (what they all called me), when you gonna cut that?”.
Jason, who had been relegated to the center of the back seat this trip, laughed and said that he and I had a deal. I’d cut my hair “old woman” style when he graduated from med school…. you know, that perfectly coifed look, instead of the wild tangle that my hair usually is. Until then, it would stay wild. J told H that much as he liked his Mom, Charlotte, her hair screamed, “OLD”.
It’s still wild.
Just wanted to share a memory that brought a big smile to my face. For my friends who never fail to make me smile…. thanks. Especially you, Big Rick.
Life is for the living. Get out there and live it.
Princess
Maximum respect,
