Do you ever wonder if Adam said to Eve, "Hey Eve, I made a comb out of a fishbone. Now do something with that mess of hair on your head"? And Eve replied, "Sure honey. While I am taking care of my hair, how about I take that knife you made from flint and hack off some your hair? It seems to be getting in your eyes when you take aim at dinosaurs." Eve probably used different grasses to tie her hair back for different occasions, "The kids are coming over for dinner tonight. Do you think this hemp looks good with my rabbit fur wrap?" At some point people must have been really creative thinking that if they used the fish comb, they could rat their hair and pile it up on their head and hold it with a tortoise shell comb or pins made from animal bone. Then someone got the bright idea to put powder in their hair – probably so they did not have to wash it often. Fortunately, someone wised up to realize that was not great either. At what point do you think shampoo was invented – when their hair reeked of mildew or they got tired of the greasy look? When did they decide that gray was ugly and discovered hair dye? I’m sure braiding the hair was a great invention and very practical, but when did it become a fashion statement. Hagar was probably jealous of Sarah’s beautiful braid. Maybe it was Joan of Arc that made short hair on women more popular. I don’t know how or why hair became important in our society, but it is a big part of who you are.
Maybe haircuts are just a natural phenomenon. I remember when Bo hollered, "Mom, she is cutting her hair!" Sure enough, Jesse had some little pink plastic scissors and had cut a big chunk out of her curls. According to my mom, I sat very patiently while my brother gave me a haircut – I hope if he got a spanking for that. I guess it is just something about holding scissors that makes you want to cut something – why not your hair? We women seem to be on a never-ending search for just the right haircut. We often find our perfect style, but for whatever reason, we change it.
Maybe it is just going to the beauty shop that women crave – being pampered – having someone else style your hair – lookin’ good. For me the beauty shop is like going home – the smells bring back great memories. I love it! Some women fret over getting their hair cut, but not me. My mother used me as her guinea pig for so long, that I realize it is just hair and it will grow back. You can change the color - even when things go bad and it turns chicken yellow. You should see my elementary school pictures through the years – I look like a different child in each picture with the same big grin as if I was lookin’ good.
Mom says that I barely had enough hair at two years old to scrape into a ponytail, but Dad insisted that my hair be pulled back even then. She said I sat quietly while she pinned my hair into pin-curls only to have me hide in a corner and remove the pins later. It seems funny that my mom would be a hair stylist, but most of my life I had long hair that was easily braided or put in a ponytail. Maybe that is why even now, I want to grow my hair out a little longer and be able to do the ponytail thang. Yet, hair still has to be stylish – such a dilemma. So today, I am going to get my hair cut so that I can grow it longer. Toby’s eyes roll back in his head while he tries to figure that out.