Streaming, flaxen, waxen

A hive for the bees

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming

Hair ©1967 Rado and Ragni

So the now oft-maligned baby boomers have done it again. Taken a stand, that is.

We are showing off our hair again, in all it's natural glory.

I feel liberated. I first noticed a change in my hair back in the eighties when henna, which I'd been using for close on a decade, started turning it a brassy orange instead of lustrous chestnut.

Out went the mud and in went the dye. Till I like many others of my generation decided to let it all hang out and grow out.

Shoulder length or longer

I wonder though, whether I''m alone in thinking that my own gray hair is chic, rather than an indication of age. Somehow I just don't see my own gray hair as I saw the hair of my uncles and aunts.

Actually, I prefer to think of my hair as silver, rather than gray.

The band "The Hip Replacements" now "Hip Tones" might be stuck in the past singing covers of the fifties and sixties, but my idea of hip has nothing to do with bones. I think my hair is hip. Cool. Silver. Platinum even.

So what's the difference between my silver hair and the hair of people who grew old last century?

To discover this difference I scoured my photo album and was shocked to discover there was no one in it over fifty.

down to there hair

Did the olds as they call them in OZ, hide from the camera back then? Do we? Now?

The photo album didn't hold the secret so I was left to my memories and came up with the following for last century's olds. For the female of the species, that is.

- They wore brooches (pins for you lot in the States)
- They rinsed their hair blue.
- They all had variations of the one hairdo that was round and fluffy.
- They wore nightgowns to bed.
- They wore hats to weddings and to funerals.
- They were invited to weddings and funerals
- They used a teapot to make tea.
- They thought black was what one wore to funerals

Here baby, there mama

- They had husbands who had steady jobs and mowed lawns
- They wore matching tops with finely printed pastel floral terralene skirts
- They didn't eat when walking down the street
- They owned sewing boxes with thimbles and pincushions made of little Chinese figures around a pink padding center.

Not much fear of us boomers falling into THAT stereotype.

And to the "Hip Tones" née "Hip Replacements", I have this to say. You might be ga ga at the go go, but I intend to Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair