Throwback

A long time ago (11 years ago, in fact, on January 9), in a faraway land (in Washington state, to be exact), I began my life as a blogger. As background for my next post, I thought it would be fun to repost that very first blog post, which I entitled "Hair."

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There ought to be a law requiring the reading of "Miranda Rights for Hair" by anyone touching your hair either at home or at the salon. 

I considered myself a rather conservative woman until I began thinking today about the parade of hairstyles and colors across my life. I've now decided that I'm a rather daring and adventuresome soul, perhaps could even be described as a bit intriguing and somewhat dangerous!

I was born a redhead. The red hair fell out and, after a period of baby baldness, it came in platinum blond. It gradually darkened over the years, reached "dirty blond" in young adulthood, then turned a surprising mix of grey-peppered dark brown beneath years of blond weaves and streaking. 

And that's just the saga of the color. 

My first style was "koonky-koonk." No one else equaled my creative name for the fountain-like ponytail on top of my little blond head. Then came the China Chop, the Long-and-Stringy, the Curly Bushy, the time I had it straightened in 8th grade (lasting one day in the tropical humidity), the time I permed it into a Formidable 'Fro at the age of seventeen, the Upside-down-pear through young adulthood, the Grow-it-long-&-french-braid-it experiment of my thirties, and then back to the conservative Pear. 

Now we're in the Spikey Era, thanks to Maile at the Beehive salon and spa. 

Considering my saga, I should be viewed as admirably even-tempered about dealing with change. Especially even-tempered if you compare me with my friend Julie, who used to single-handedly support Kleenex corporation by bursting into tears after each haircut. 

If we had a Miranda Rights for Hair, it might go something like this: "You have the right to remain the same color and style. Anything you allow to be done to your hair can and will be used against you sometime in the future by your kids, your siblings, your spouse, your friends and likely even by you yourself. So there." 

And with that, Maile would brandish her expert scissors, and we'd be off at a brisk clip into the delightful unknown.