Give Me a Head of Hair ......
I have many obsessions but the hair on my head is generally not my biggest concern. I never had the flair for styling my hair nor was I taught how to. My mother, whose hair was poofed and flipped up at the ends like Mary Tyler Moore, dictated my hair do well into my preteen years. As a child, I always had pigtails. I was a towhead with long thick hair which when left unsecured, turned into a dense mat of tangled outgrowth. Think "dread locks", yes, I was way ahead of my time. But, mother wouldn't allow my wild child ways, she was adamant about the pigtails. And so, in most of my childhood photos I resemble a Heidi with a Dennis the Menace attire. Yes, spunky Heidi-Menace with a pot belly, skinny arms and legs ( how I long for those now, not the pot belly... I wish that would go away) wearing capri pull-on pants with a crew neck tee shirt, tight yellow braids hanging along the side of my face with a hint of "your mother must cut your hair" French Bangs. I should
