January 26, 2017 … Day 25 of “From Hair to … There”
I’m laughing as I type. Who would have thought that shaving my head would bring me such amusement?
Certainly not I.
The gross, naked chicken-skin was very quickly replaced by velvet fuzz … and that was nice while it lasted. It was kind of fun to run my hands over my head … horse muzzle soft one direction, tickly-spiky the other.
My head now just looks a bit … confused. The top right side and back of my head have always had more hair/faster growth. Why is that? I don’t know … but it’s always been a weird phenomenon. So, I now have part of my head with teeny, tiny (less than 1/4″ strands of hair) lying flat on my head. The rest of my head still has the ready for battle militant-spikes sticking straight upwards. I kind of have this angry baby chick thing going on.
And then there are the silver areas … circles more precisely … which make me look like I have bald patches. Nice!
And let’s not forget about the 17 cowlicks. Those are really fun and attractive! I actually looked up this strange term and apparently at some point in time, someone thought someone else’s unruly hair looked like it had been licked by a cow and so the term came to be. Well, I can tell you I have way too many cowlicks and I haven’t been around a cow, licking or non-licking, in a long time. So, what gives?
Anyway, you get the gist and the visual and if I haven’t said it lately, I’ll say it again … “This ain’t my best look!”
In any case, I’m realizing now that I should have purchased a Chia Pet when I started this experiment and we could have been in this together! What was I thinking? We could have had a race to see which “hair” would grow the fastest … unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I would be out-grown by said holiday landscape novelty. Pretty sad.
But, what’s a girl to do? This is what I wanted. I wanted to see what it would be like to be sans hair. And I’m finding that out … day by day … week by week. I feel my hair is growing so slowly that I’ll finally be sporting a pixie “do” sometime two or three years from now! Perhaps this wasn’t the best of ideas!
But, it is what it is. I’ve, remarkably, found out that I (for the most part) forget that I don’t have hair (or much of it) … because, still, when I look in the mirror I am surprised. I still look like Curly (from the Three Stooges) … but lately with this fuzz and spikes I’ve been thinking of Sammy Davis Junior doing the Laugh-In skit “Here Come de Judge” but the words have changed to “Here Come de Fuzz”.
Ah, hair. Oddly, I don’t really miss it. Well, I don’t miss “dealing” with it … but I do miss how it makes me feel prettier. I’ve been feeling rather homely these days. It’s quite a blow to the old ego! However, beauty is only skin deep – or so it’s said. For someone who sold “beauty” for 23 years I’m trying to remember that!
I run out of the house, off on errands, only to remember mid-trip that I forgot to wrap my head and have no scarf or hat in the car. Do I care? Nope. Not really and that, too, surprises me. I’m far too vain to not have this really phase me and … well, it really doesn’t! Well, not at least for myself … I cover up more for others. The eyeballs I get question, “Chemo hairdo?” I wrap myself to make my hairlessness easier on others. I don’t want them (needlessly) worrying about me.
What I miss (aside from the femininity factor and how it makes me feel more attractive) is the insulation hair affords the body. I’m CHILLY! I’ve never been a hat person – except for our wedding (had a quasi Gibson Girl-Victorian hat … it was lovely!). I’ve never liked hats on me. I always felt like they made my round face look even rounder – never a really good thing! And, I don’t like my head covered. I don’t like the confinement. Maybe it’s a claustrophobia thing?
However, I’m now finding that if I don’t have some sort of head covering I get chilled. So, I’ve been wearing hats and wraps. I’ve become quite adept at wrapping a scarf around my head and making it not look like I just piled a king-size bedspread onto the ol’ noggin. I do, however, look like an extra from Coming to America. It was touch and go there for a few days, wrapping and unwrapping, getting myself tangled up … but I got the hang of it. The real problem is – though while cozy and more attractive than my fuzzed-up giant head looming about – I end up having ridiculous headaches from the pressure of the wrap! Even though they aren’t tight, they’re something! I’m just so delicate! That must be it! So, while home I’ve taken to wearing a soft, knit beanie of sorts … not necessarily good looking, but it does the job and keeps me warm!
So, here I am on day 25 … spiky and fuzzy … cowlicky and flat … dark coverage with silver circles … hair confusion reigns. I’m now kind of wishing I were Rapunzel … or maybe, at the least, a Chia Pet.