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Topic: Hair (07/04/19)
TITLE: Juliet Jones
By Linda Lawrence
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It’s hard to even find words to describe Juliet’s coiffure because I have never seen anyone with that hairstyle to use as a comparison. Certainly nothing like the bouffant heads of my teenage years or the short grandma cuts that are the norm for today. Can you picture this? I want to say a chignon, but I can’t pronounce that, so I’ll call it a sort of loose knot, bundled somehow at the nape, the full crown of hair drawn back from a widow’s peak with feathery finger waves on either side. The artist gave no hint as to what held in place the glossy, voluminous, groomed hair, so I live with a fictional uncomic funny page image as my ideal for my own nonfictional hair.
Juliet’s sister, Eve was flirty, flighty, in and out of trouble—with long flowing blond locks. Such hair held no interest for me.
The day before my wedding I made my first appointment at a beauty salon, determined to have Juliet Jones’ hairstyle under my veil. After my hair was shampooed and curled and dried and teased and styled, I could only hold myself together long enough to get to the car before sobbing with disappointment. I didn’t look anything like Juliet Jones. I couldn’t wait to get home and wash and brush my long hair into its familiar ponytail.
But fifty-plus years later I’m still trying for that look. Juliet’s style would be just as lovely, in my thinking, with silver or white hair as it was for a brunette. Looking in the mirror, my puzzled brow reflects my bewilderment that such an inexplicable image has stuck with me all the way to my seventies. I’m still trying to achieve that elusive ageless hairstyle.
However, every day, rather than sweeping my hair into a dignified chignon (however one says it), I sweep from my hardwood floors a fluffy ball of white hair. I do not have a cat.
I hear myself thanking the Lord when it’s not a bad hair day, sighing with relief that it will be easier to face the world that day. My head was naked when I came from my mother’s womb and it looks like it may be naked when I depart this life. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.
I’ve obviously given hair way too much power over my life!
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