I agree with all your thoughts on hair... I feel fortunate to have made the leap to a very short pixie cut in my twenties (after a break up, obvs) and so to have felt the sheer fun and liberation of it early on - as well as knowing it looked good! Somehow all the years since then have simply been a waiting to return to that free, mischievous rejection of the 'demure' (or 'what men expect', as of course short hair can also be very angelic, my mother would say). Which I did again last year at another break-point in life, this time from the day job. I think it's easier to chop and change (and perhaps use one's hair as a tool of conscious expression in / against society) when one has never felt it to be a crowning glory in its natural state. Mine is a family of uncelebrated average brown hair - not that we don't appreciate it :)
I loved your pixie cut and every subsequent change you’ve brought to life since. You’re fortunate in owning a face that sits perfectly beneath each new choice.
It has surprised me, in really thinking on the subject, how much is involved emotionally and symbolically around our relationship with hair. Our own and other people’s. It has prompted the most comment on anything I’ve written❤️
You know me mama, every hairstyle and every colour, never wanting to stay the same for long. It's definitely a form of expression and a reflection of my life at the time ❤️
Yes I remember it well. Your words on starting at Wimbledon School of Art - “I’m the only one with brown hair” - you soon put that right. It was fun and oddly you suited every colour including the shaved head❤️
Hair has and will probably always remain so a huge mood effector for better and for worse. Plus we spend exhausting exorbitant amounts and time pondering and procrastinating over what best suits us.
All a bit bonkers really … such is a female life 🤪
Yes it frightens me to think of pounds sterling handed over, it seemed worth it… and thank you for kind words. I can remember once I would have worn a paper bag over my head I hated a new haircut so much 🫣it was a mullet no question.
What a great story. If we all could serenely accept whatever comes, life would be more enjoyable. And if women were judged on the content of their character instead of their looks, everyone would be better off. How many short, fat bald men could have the power and prestige they wield if they had to conform to the “feminine” ideal?
I totally agree. It was an interesting shift when bald heads became a major trend for men, a bit like beards in Edwardian times. Suddenly they were ‘sexy’. And of course everything and anything can be sexy, gorgeous, interesting, an expression and who we say we are at a particular time. I think so much more could be said…❤️Thanks for taking the time to read and to comment.
I agree with all your thoughts on hair... I feel fortunate to have made the leap to a very short pixie cut in my twenties (after a break up, obvs) and so to have felt the sheer fun and liberation of it early on - as well as knowing it looked good! Somehow all the years since then have simply been a waiting to return to that free, mischievous rejection of the 'demure' (or 'what men expect', as of course short hair can also be very angelic, my mother would say). Which I did again last year at another break-point in life, this time from the day job. I think it's easier to chop and change (and perhaps use one's hair as a tool of conscious expression in / against society) when one has never felt it to be a crowning glory in its natural state. Mine is a family of uncelebrated average brown hair - not that we don't appreciate it :)
I loved your pixie cut and every subsequent change you’ve brought to life since. You’re fortunate in owning a face that sits perfectly beneath each new choice.
It has surprised me, in really thinking on the subject, how much is involved emotionally and symbolically around our relationship with hair. Our own and other people’s. It has prompted the most comment on anything I’ve written❤️
You know me mama, every hairstyle and every colour, never wanting to stay the same for long. It's definitely a form of expression and a reflection of my life at the time ❤️
Yes I remember it well. Your words on starting at Wimbledon School of Art - “I’m the only one with brown hair” - you soon put that right. It was fun and oddly you suited every colour including the shaved head❤️
Great piece Alice really lovely. ☺️
Hair has and will probably always remain so a huge mood effector for better and for worse. Plus we spend exhausting exorbitant amounts and time pondering and procrastinating over what best suits us.
All a bit bonkers really … such is a female life 🤪
Yes it frightens me to think of pounds sterling handed over, it seemed worth it… and thank you for kind words. I can remember once I would have worn a paper bag over my head I hated a new haircut so much 🫣it was a mullet no question.
What a great story. If we all could serenely accept whatever comes, life would be more enjoyable. And if women were judged on the content of their character instead of their looks, everyone would be better off. How many short, fat bald men could have the power and prestige they wield if they had to conform to the “feminine” ideal?
I totally agree. It was an interesting shift when bald heads became a major trend for men, a bit like beards in Edwardian times. Suddenly they were ‘sexy’. And of course everything and anything can be sexy, gorgeous, interesting, an expression and who we say we are at a particular time. I think so much more could be said…❤️Thanks for taking the time to read and to comment.