I've always had what I called 'dishwater blond' hair. In other words, it was a yucky light brown. It was also straight and stringy.
For a few years, when I was in my late twenties, early thirties, it flowed in the spaghetti mop style. In my late thirties, early forties, I shortened and permed it into a frizzy replica of Howdy Doody. My husband always said he liked my hair longer, so I let it grow to shoulder length for a while until I remembered how lovely it had been to have hair that always adorned the sink and clogged the drain.
In my late fifties, early sixties, I got my hair cut SHORT. As short as my husband's, but with just a wisp of a bang so you could tell I was a girl. I told everyone it was my Demi Moore look. (GI Jane – where she shaved her head.)
My husband died when I was sixty four and I got this brilliant idea I was going to grow my hair so I could wear it in a pony tail. So the process of growing it out begins. My wispy bangs start to grow over my right eye in a backward wave. It's still not long enough to do anything with on the sides or in the back. I pin the wayward strands back, but my hair is so thin it keeps popping out of its bonds. So when people ask about my hair, I say it's my Talulah Bankhead look. As if I could ever look like Talulah or Demi for that matter.
As I progress in my challenge my stringy hair actually starts to form a flip up curl on the ends. I like it! It still needs to grow more for a pony tail though. Finally a short, squat goat's tail forms. Yea! I pin my Talulah wave straight back on my head.
My teenage neighbor starts to go to the swimming pool with me. In other words, she takes me by the hand and leads me because I have never been in a pool, have never been in water wading above my waist and don't have a clue how to swim. Another challenge.
She's trying to highlight her hair by putting lemon juice on it combined with the sun. So, do I want to try it? OK, why not? My hair actually starts to have highlights, but they're gray. She says we better stop the lemon juice. I say, "Oh, no, I like it!"
So now I have a fair sized pony tail, hair falling out all over, a drain I have to clean once a week, and pretty little gray hairs framing my face.
Hey, 50% happiness factor at my age isn't bad. I'm working on a higher percentage of happiness, but I don't know if that will have anything to do with my hair.