Needs to be washed. Haven’t combed or brushed it this morning. What’s the point when I’m not going anywhere and will get in the shower later? I call the whitish gray streaks in the front highlights. White highlights. Why is all the white and gray in the front? The back is still brown. Or brownish. Nothing interesting. Just dishwatery brown. Unremarkable.
Why do I always feel like I need a haircut? Because I have SO MUCH HAIR. Thick. Some waviness to it. I’m always trying to calm it down. When I get it cut I say, “thin it and trim it.” I look good when I leave the salon. But in a couple of weeks (how long has it been? not even a month) I want to get it cut again.
When I had blond highlights I told a male customer I got them because I was bored with my hair. He said, “That’s not why. You did it because you think it makes you look better.” Like he’s an expert on anything about me. Nope. I think I was bored. The highlights have long grown out and I haven’t had them done again. I don’t think it matters. I’m okay with my white highlights. Sometimes I think they look good. Just as good as the blond ones. And they’re free.
Here’s the thing. When “older” women color their hair it often looks unnatural. Your face, your body, your neck, your hands, everything else gives you away. You’re old-er. Perfectly blond or red or brunette hair sometimes doesn’t look quite right because you should be gray or white or a bit of both to match your face and your body. We’ve seen those women overly nipped and tucked, dyed and Botoxed to an almost robotic appearance. It’s downright creepy, isn’t it? It freaks me out.
Okay, it was more like 300 words. And it wasn’t all about my hair.
This is a writing exercise idea from page 76 of The Art of War For Writers by James Scott Bell. Except I didn’t edit it down.