Hair is a funny old thing when you’re a woman, isn’t it? Everyone seems to have an opinion on what you’re supposed to do with it! Imagine how it gets when you become a lady of a certain age? Yep, it’s worse!
My hair has always been a source of comments, from bullying at school to admiration from men. It’s a very odd position to be in, and also the joys of being a redhead. Red hair comes with a LOT of connotations which is usually why we’re feisty buggers. We need to be to just keep our heads above water. Speaking of water, loosely. Redheads have long been associated with witchcraft (can you see what I did there?). There was a time when having red hair was associated with being in league with the devil. Not much has changed there! But this blog is not meant to be about the joys of being a ginge, it’s more about style (or in my case lack of it!)
Now the observant amongst you may have noticed that I am not exactly a dedicated follower of fashion. I am definitely in my own groove and that is definitely true of my hair. Even more so in the last 10 years ago. A quick peek through my Instagram will show you that I tend to favour a quiff and a lot of orange hair colour. I certainly do not want to be part of the middle-aged hair brigade. But, that was how I was starting to feel.
At the start of March, I decided I wanted a change, so I asked my wonderful (and long-suffering) hairdresser to cut it all off… At first, this was the best thing in the world. But as the orange started to fade and the cut grew out, I started to really hate it. Now I have often said that I am the reverse of Samson. Cut off my hair and my strength grows rapidly. However, this time it was not really the case. I felt drab. Drab is not normally a word anyone would associate with me! Funny how your hair can cause such a change in persona!
The last few weeks I’ve been feeling out of sorts, I admit it. A lot of it is hormone-related, and after reading Period Power (see the previous blog) I’ve started to keep a track of my moods. No doubt mood has a lot to do with those pesky hormones, but it also was definitely coinciding with my boring hair.
So what is the point of this blog? Well, a lot of women of my age start to feel invisible, they feel that they are melting into the background. This was certainly true of both my mum and nan’s generation. Reproductively speaking we’re practically on the rubbish heap and I feel that this attitude can sometimes follow through into everyday life. We’re in a phase where our whole evolutionary point is being taken away from us. It can’t fail to start having some sort of knock-on effect on the rest of our lives, can it? Hold on a moment! No!
I have never been one to be shy and retiring, so the orange quiff is back. I am also planning another tattoo, but that my friends, is for another day!
You may also be wondering why I’ve picked an image of a Maple leaf for this blog? I just loved the orange colour – total hair goals!
Not Middle Aged 