So I have non-compliant, incorrigible hairs, now in their gray stages. It's a little curly, wholly unmanageable by any of usual methods. I dyed my hair for years in my twenties and thirties, but by the time I hit my fifties, it became apparent that I could have dyed hair if I wanted, but it was gonna be fried, dyed hair. It no longer took to the processes of alteration.
Last week, I admitted to a friend that I'd cut my own hair for fifteen or twenty years. She was aghast. "How do you do that?" she sputtered. "If it sticks out, I just whack it off," I explained.
It's fairly short these days, thinner by some measure. I have a cowlick right in front, if if my front and center hairs are too long, then I have a bald spot. Short hairs cure that. Still, it's curly enough if I don't mess with it too much.
I have an old faithful shampoo I can get at the grocery store. I changed brands last month, thinking I could save a few pennies. The new shampoo took all the curl out and plastered my hairs to my head. It looked like I was wearing a dead animal. Weeks later the shine came back, the curls came back, and my hairs looked like they had some life again.
Last night, on a break in a class, another woman and I were washing our hands after a potty stop. She stood up to dry her hands and glanced at my hairs. That stopped her cold. "Ack," she said. And left.