The title of this post alludes to having to do with a sensitive matter. A longing for something that is no longer present. With the cold, has come a nostalgia for something I have lost.
My long hair.
Don’t get me wrong, I am totally enjoying the easy hair styling that comes with short hair (now I can dedicate more of my time to make-up, whereas before, it was reversed). But there’s something wholesome about having long hair. I wore it like a trophy. I was proud of it (even if my ends were VERY damaged). But I took it for granted–like I always do.
I was looking at some old pictures capturing the many different styles I’ve embraced over the years.. Hippy-chic, rock girl, lazy college student, athletic, etc. But something seems to have remained a constant for me.. I’ve always had long hair. Now that it’s cold, I miss it even more than losing the hassle of tangles and care.
So here’s a little throwback in honor of my long locks. And a little trip down memory lane.
I used to joke about growing my hair long enough to wear it. That I’d tie a string around my hair beneath my chest, to keep my hair in place and to cover up the lady bits, as to make a “hair halter top”. I don’t know that I will ever be that bold, even in joking.. But I sure hope Sylvia can let this mama enjoy having long hair again. Even if I am only able to wear it down every once in a blue moon.
Then I’ll have to buy a “Long hair, don’t care” shirt.