poured out before bed
I’ve always been a long-hair-loving sort of girl. Longer locks just felt more feminine, for lack of a better word.
But I’ve also always been that sort of girl who washes her long, thick, wavy blonde tresses before bed, lets them dry overnight, and then throws ’em up in some sort of twist or bun or braid, where they languish till the next nightly shampoo.
I had the hair philosophy of an uptight, late 19th century woman.
It was high time to let loose, to move forward. At least into the early 20th century. The 1920’s to be exact.
I am now sporting a crazy wavy (good golly, it’s amazing the body my long-oppressed-by-length hair now has!), flirty fun bob, quite similar to the rather lovely Ms. Young above (TCM’s star of the month, if you’ve got a free Wednesday night to spend in a lovely black and white glow with a lovely starlet). It is AWESOME. And my perception of feminine has been stylishly shorn.