Eccentric Flower:199809/mushroom hair

twenty-eight september ninety eight noon

mushroom hair

My hair is beginning to look mushroomlike.

I bet you think I'm fixated on my hair - well, maybe a little. I'm not especially vain; it's just that I've got so few good features, I feel kinda unhappy when I think they're not up to potential.

I have good eyes, good legs, and good hair - but only the first is foolproof. I don't get to show off my legs much, and when I do, they're generally fishbelly white (since I don't get to show them off much ....) And my hair could be really amazing with the right cut ... and since we've already discussed the Great Haircut Dilemma ad nauseum, no more of that.

The rest of my body is functional, durable, and useful, and I have no complaints with it, but it does fail certain aesthetic standards. Given that I live with someone who is constantly aching in various places, I suppose I'd rather have everything be working properly than look pretty - but one does get wistful on occasion.

Anyway. My hair passes through five stages.

1. Very short.
2. Mushroomlike: It grows faster on top than on the sides, or maybe these hair people cut it shorter on the sides, so now I have this big brioche on my head. If it were Lyle Lovett-style I might be able to pull it off, but it isn't - it's completely poofy.
3. Elfin. Looks good again for a month or two.
4. Shaggy. This is the do-or-die time, when it's long enough to have a mind of its own, but not long enough to look like I'm growing it out.
5. Long.

I ordered a catalog of wigs in the mail. They're very reasonably priced. I'm seriously considering getting a wig. That way when I want to be this long-haired femme I can, and I don't have to worry about trying to get someone to cut my hair girlishly or what my co-workers will say.

There is, however, a part of my brain which keeps telling me that's a cowardly approach to take.

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