Poetry Friday: The Word is HAIR
My computer is angry at me today, for no reason I can ascertain. It keeps crashing and freezing. Could be that gremlin I saw scurrying out from the back when I turned on my desk light today….
The Poetry Friday Word for today is HAIR. Please feel free to use it in your blog post today, in whatever manner finger-fluffs yer ‘do…poem, photo, song lyrics, expose on the hair care industry, Guinness Book of World Records factoid….
I have a list. And at the end are photos of my Fantastic Pottery acquired through my new favourite potter, Gary! I’m drinking out of the yellow niche pig mug right now and feelin’ pretty durn cute about it, I must say.
Have a good weekend, y’all!
Shinin’ Gleamin’ Streamin’ Flaxen Waxen
1) My aunt was a hairdresser who happened to work in the prison system. A local man was convicted of murder, and my aunt had the job of cutting his hair after the conviction. For whatever reason, she saved a lock of his hair for me. I know. Weird. Also fascinating.
2) In Kindergarten, I had waist-length hair. Two months into first grade, my mom had it cut…into a pixie ‘do. VERY short. Next day at school, most of the kids didn’t recognize me. The teacher did, however, and managed to dry my very frustrated tears. Since then, I’m convinced people recognize me by my hair.
3) My hair is naturally wavy/curly. Shoulder length or longer. Which is lovely, sure, but forget to comb it for a day, and it becomes something like the fibres of a birds’ nest…difficult to straighten out and tightly intertwined.
4) My husband has the amazing ability to grow hair. When he was in Well-Known Shakespearean Play, he grew out his hair and produced the most incredible beard you’ve ever seen. He has also shaved his head – bald -- which, I must admit, is a total turn-on. So is a Soul Patch. And a Goatee.
5) Boy-child is in need of a haircut. At his indoor soccer game last weekend, we noticed that all the soccer guys are growing their hair long. Just like the Winter X Gamers. We gave Boy-child a choice…we can either take him to the barber and get his normal haircut, OR he can grow it out. He’s leaning toward the ‘growing out’ option, but I know he’ll look like a shaggy mess in the process. Hooray for shaggy messes.
6) Girl-child has lovely Princess hair. It’s long and wavy, soft and manageable. She put it up a few nights ago in a dangly pink-sequined barret, for a ‘date’ with her dad. She spends more time on her hair than I do, and is much more creative with accessories. I’m envious.
7) This turned out to be a hoax.
8) This is not a hoax.
9) I get my hair caught in my car door a lot.
10) When I put my hair up, I look like my brother. Hence, I never put my hair up when I go to the gym, which makes for lovely sweatiness afterwards. You don’t want to stand too close to me after a workout.
It's like Christmas!
A trio of pigs with belly buttons!