Growing Hair

My hairdresser, Gladys, tells me that I can grow hair like no one else she knows.

Okay, so I am growing my hair for a hula hoike in 2012 or 2013. For the last several months, I have been getting my hair trimmed in preparation for the GROW PERIOD. Any woman will tell you that the worst stage in life's parade of bad hair days is the GROW PERIOD. Too long to be short. Too short to be long. Just an overall state of UGLINESS.

Last week was the last appointment with Gladys. From here on in, I will have to suffer until my sides are long enough to be clamped back with barettes. Of course, my bangs will be a fluffy mess. If you don't know it already, I have plenty of hair, coarse, resilient hair...hair which twisted into ropes could be used to tow a loaded Mac truck. "Be grateful you have so much hair," others tell me. But they have never had to carry a pony tail that is over an inch in diameter. Ha!

My husband and my son love my long hair. Of course, neither of them have had to grow their hair long...long enough to reach the waist length (the best length for a hula dancer). I don't understand why men love long hair. I do know that I don't like it when balding men try to grow their fringe long so that the pony tail is thin and straggly. I have only seen one guy who had long, beautiful, and healthy hair and he looked good in it. He told me it took him four years to grow. He is an anomaly.

Well, we will have to see how the GROW PERIOD will proceed. I will blog again after my hair has grown longer and see if I like it any better. I think I will put it up and pin a couple of double hibiscus flowers in my hair, like the kupuna of my youth. Heaven knows, I have enough hair to hold those huge blooms in my hair.