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By Judy Ewald
07/11/19
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When I was fifteen I started to cut my own naturally curly hair. My mother was always disappointed when she would go to a salon, it would be too short or just wasn’t right. I gave it a try and she liked what I did. I also cut my sister's hair and some friends.

I continue to cut my own hair after all these years. I tried at least half a dozen times to have a professional hair cut, but was never happy with the result. Fast forward I had not worked for several years and was going to need to get a job. I was sharing with someone that I had many skills like I can sew, cook, crafts, care for children, and I cut my own hair, but nothing of value in the working
world.

That person said, “Judy, your hair always looks good.”

I had been taking a career course at the local YWCA, and had read a book called “What Color is your Parachute? By Richard N Bolles, trying to find direction. What she said about my hair looking nice, gave me an idea to look into that as a career. To make a short story long I went to night classes at a Cosmetology school. After Graduation, I worked for a year in a salon, while also going to a barber school at night. The barber school was a Redkin school. I was hired by Redkin as a Technical Representative, teaching in salons about perms, color, makeup, and hair products. I also worked with the Beauty supply salesmen. I really enjoyed that job.

Besides cutting my hair I began to start coloring it to cover the gray which started in my mid-thirties. My natural color was dark brown. Several people said I would make a good red-head. All I could see was Lucile Ball red, no thanks. But over the years I would try some red or auburn shades. I would say, “I am naturally a redhead I naturally color it once a month.” I gave up on that and went back to dark brown for many years.

Again fast forward to a few years ago. I started writing my memoir. My daughter, Jennifer, knew I would have my picture on the cover of the book. She also knew I complained about how thin my hair had become over the years. My mother and sister also had thinning hair. That Christmas I opened a present from her and there was a cute short brown wig!. I got hair for Christmas. We all had fun trying it on, even my son with his beard and long hair.

A couple of years later I tripped and broke my right arm. I had 6 hours of surgery at Shock Trauma in Baltimore. Jennifer was kind enough to let me live with her as I was not able to care for myself. I was still coloring my hair even though I wore the wig. My daughter had just remodeled her kitchen and did not want me to use hair color in her sink. I say God has a sense of humor He broke my humerus. Psalm 51,” He will heal the bones He has broken.” And He did I had no pain after a week. I thank God I am healthy only breaking bones once in a while. With a broken arm, I was not able to cut my hair for several months.

When I finally cut all the brown off, I had no idea that I had really pretty white hair. About 6 months later over Mother’s Day, I went to see my son and his family. I took off the wig and said,
“This is what my mother looked like.”
Bryan said,” Mom, I really like your hair, you look elegant.” When your son says you look elegant, then you have to let go of the wig and embrace your new look.

I have become accustomed to the change and enjoy the compliments I receive.I have also started wearing hats and having fun with different colors and styles.

The hair I got for Christmas is saved in a box, never know when I might need it.

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