Old ladies and their hair…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s selected adjectives are: floppy, iridescent, fimbriate, jolly, suaveolent, and bumpy.
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This is an early post of mine, from the days when I was tentatively starting to blog on that old thing called Myspace. I thought that it might be worth tidying it up and slotting it in here for you.

Lately, around town and on the buses, I have, for some reason, been noticing local middle-aged ladies’ hair styles. I don’t really know why, perhaps I just have a curious nature…
In middle age, lots of the girls seem to trim down anything longer than about four or five inches and plump for something approaching a masculine-looking crew cut. Perhaps they think that if they have longer ‘blow in the wind’ hair in middle life it might give the impression of them being a ‘batty old witch’? Actually, I quite like batty old witches, the battier the better… but that’s just me…
Anyway, these crew cuts: They are often dyed in interesting colours, or bleached stark blonde like crisp stalks of straw, probably to give the impression of ‘youthfulness’. I think ‘neat’ and ‘clean’ are the criteria, and ‘clean-looking’ is the ladies’ ultimate aesthetic goal. Yes, they certainly don’t want anything to do with that dirty, pipe-smoking, warty, batty old witch look, so popular in the seventeenth century – no, no, no…
As the years pass, and our human bodies shrink down, these girls metamorphose into ‘little old ladies’ – early symptoms of this are, avidly reading the Daily Mail or Daily Express, watching unhealthy amounts of daytime television, and spending long periods vacuuming rich floral carpets and thick fluffy rugs. The coiffure changes too. The hair is by now a little longer, bright white, and is formed into a close-to-the-head sphere of immaculately permed curls. I like the way the body of the hair is now quite airy and translucent and allows the glowing pink scalp to radiate through marvellously – now that’s what I call clean-looking!…

 

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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