Hair has never been my crowning glory. It has been long, short, straight and curly. It has also been tangled, mussed and missed. As I have gotten older it has gotten less. There is no way to make less seem like more. Especially since I don’t want wigs, implants or paint.
Do I wish it looked like this? I do. However, since it has never looked like that, it is probably not going to happen.
I am not bald. Just short-changed in the amount of hair department. I would say that all of us get less hair as we get older and I would probably be correct. It is just that mine is so fine and now thin, that losing any of it is a sad time.
It is probably the coarseness of silk thread. Single strand. When I awake in the morning, it is sticking straight up. Water helps. Then I look like a drowned kitten. Or if I run my fingers through it while it is wet, a frightened, drowned kitten. By drowned, I mean dunked in water and all the fur slicks down.
I am not really complaining, just stating. When I get to heaven, I want hair like the above, no glasses and be able to hear the angels wings. And no babushkas.
Right now a piece of chocolate the size of the ark could appease me.
Speaking of which, think I will go have one.
Okay, mini Milkyway.