Thursday Thoughts On Hair

I remember I was thirteen years old before my mother let me shave my legs. She said I could shave from the knee down, but not above. I have no idea why. I think she ruined me for life though because over the years I’ve noticed that I do a pretty decent job everywhere except my knees. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve crossed my legs only to find long, spiky hairs on my knee caps.

I suppose I’m thinking about hair because I got mine colored and cut today (the hair on my head, not my knees).  The hair salon was full of women all shapes and sizes with long hair, short hair, and hair every color of the rainbow. Other businesses may be suffering, but I don’t think hair salons are hurting for customers. Women are really finicky about their hair.

Well, most women. I met a lady once who lived over seas. She braided her hair and said she only washed it once a year. That’s right. ONLY ONCE A YEAR!!!!  Made my head itch just thinking about it.

One more hair raising story and then I’ll stop. When my daughter moved into the neighborhood where she now lives a little, old lady who lives down the street stopped her one day and asked her if she would help her with something. My sweet daughter assured her she would. The little old lady motioned for her to come into her house, handed her a razor and asked her to shave her armpits. I guess she couldn’t see well enough to do it anymore.

I’ve heard of borrowing a cup of sugar from a neighbor but shaving their armpits….that really gives meaning to “love thy neighbor as thyself!”