If All Else Fails, Grab the Brush!

So, I’m wondering if anyone has calculated how much serious time a female spends on her hair? Can I get an Amen? From birth, when Moms put flowery headbands around their little girls’ bald head, so people will know she’s a girl, to the day that a woman dies and the funeral director calls someone to “do” her hair, we are obsessed with this area of our bodies! We wash it,  dry it, comb it, curl it, cut it, color it, perm it, straighten it, the list is endless.

As I was “fixing” my hair this morning, I was having a rough time with the back of my hair. Because of the way my cubicle is arranged at work, most people see the Back of my head all day, unless I get up from my desk and move around. Anyway, I pay particular attention to the back of my hair. This morning, I had a “hole” that I couldn’t do anything with! I used my pick, I tried my comb – Nothing worked! Frustrated, I grabbed my brush and….Success!

I remember when I was growing up, Every Sunday, sitting in church, All the ladies reaching forward in their pews, fixing the “holes” in the hair of the ladies in front of them! Back then, No good southern lady “did” her own hair! Weekly trips to the Beauty Shop was a Must! Since they only went once a week, women had to be very creative about how they slept. Keeping their hairdo looking nice from Saturday to Saturday was a challenge. Well, now that I think about it, maybe not so much. Back then, hair was teased and sprayed with so much hairspray, it would not move if you wanted it to! The fear with sleeping was that you would “flatten” one side or, Heaven forbid, the Back!  Thus causing the dreaded, awful “hole”!

Not a lot has changed. Beauty Shops still exist.  Now, though, they are there to cut or color only. None of the newer girls know how to use a curling iron or give a perm. My stylist is almost my age for that reason. Most girls now want straight hair with different colors of the rainbow  colored in. Ah, youth!  Stay tuned.

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