Abby Normal wrote a post about the history of her hair so I decided to write about mine.
I don't really remember paying much attention to my hair until I was about 8 years old. I was given a hair cut that I just hated, it just seemed to stick out sideways. From then on I fought every attempt to cut it again, and being in the '70s (and my mom was/is a huge fan of people like Marc Bolan) that was OK!
My hair grew.
By the time I was in secondary school my hair was growing down my back. By my late teens it was half way down my back, and went great with the guitars and bands I played in.
I was frequently called "Hippy" and "Jesus". This was probably meant as an insult but I had no problem with either to be honest!
When our first daughter was on her way I had to make a show of trying to be responsible, so I got my hair chopped short and found sensible work.
When I had been working at the Uni for a while I started to let my hair grow out again. The first time I realised that it was getting long again was one time I was in Malta - a kid pointed at me and said "Christos!" I guess the beard helped the return if this look!
Over the last few years I have kept my hair fairly wild, Mrs RC taking the scissors to it when I start to look like Albert Einstein. I like it like this, it is how I am meant to be.
Sure thing! First impressions are important, I don't want to mis-sell myself!