I had my hair cut today – the shortest it’s ever been since
I was a teenager in the navy. It needs to be short these days or else I’d look
like the nutty professor from Scooby Do or something. It got me wondering why old
women have their hair made curly and painted funny colours, but old men don’t.
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Post a pic of yourself! I'll go ahead and speak for your other readers as well as myself, we want to see!
Oh yeah, Muppet Movie part 7. Give over!
Cauliflowers, my sister calls them. After the delight of seeing a purple cauliflower, I had to agree with her. Lilac rinse sir ;)
Your sister has a good sense of humour, Mel. That's a good one - very apposite. (Sounds Liverpudlian.)
I now have a litle peak at the front of my hair which is grey, so maybe I should get a colour wash.
Oh my, my old headmistress had a streak of grey which on occasion she dyed lavender etc, except one day it turned out green! She punished us punky goth children for lesser hair crimes, so the very next day many of us wore an emerald green stripe.
Usually, I had a skinhead of varying shades.
She was a terrifying creature, Cruella De Ville I called her, with the stripe, stilettos, cape and mortar board!
Sounds like you went to a posh school. Is that where the contessa comes from? (Contessa suits you better, and it rhymes with things easier.)
I did, can you believe they let me in! Think they regretted it later. Too much of a subversive I think. I was a perpetual questioner and overall thorn in their side ;) Mum encouraged me.... My mum is excellent, when they told me off for my bleached blonde skinhead she said, fetch me the scissors!!!
I was more subtle. One elderly teacher once held me up as an exemplar to a rowdy class, and when one of the boys said 'but he's the worst of the lot of us, miss,' shen refused to believe him.
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