After my blog on 11:11:11 and our conversations on the musical “Hair”, I’m now noticing females – both adults, and little girls – with the most beautiful long hair, and more than one little girl around age six or seven who said, “I’ve never cut my hair in my life.” Today I saw a woman and her teenage daughter who live “in the country in Oregon” with dread-locks right down their backs. (Eeww! How on earth can you wash or brush that hair?)
While I rang up a woman’s credit card, I noticed that her little girl had gorgeous long, blonde hair, almost down to her waist.
“My word, she’s got beautiful hair, what’s her name?” I asked.
“Another one who thinks …!” said the little girl, going to hide behind her mother’s back.
I didn’t hear what she’d said, so I looked at her mother for help.
“Not a she, but a HE!” said Mom.
“Ooops! I’m very sorry, I made a mistake,” I said to my young friend, but I was talking to his Mom’s back, he didn’t answer.
His name was Bewley (a family name his Mom told me), and he’s four.
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Last Tuesday was a gorgeous hot sunny day with temps in the upper 70’s at the Museum, so I was surprised – and a wee bit irritated – when I saw a couple
walking towards me wearing matching red fur-lined Santa hats.
As far as I’m concerned a hot day in November is far too early for Christmas cheer.
“Getting an early start on Christmas eh?” said I. Oh yes, I had to comment.
Mr just looked down, Mrs said with a big smile, “Well, what else must one do when you have no hair,” and with a flourish she lifted off her hat to show me her pink *bald* scalp.
Oh god, me and my big mouth. “Hey that’s a brilliant idea,” I said, “The red looks so cheerful.”
She didn’t seem to take offense at my comment, in fact I think she was glad to have an excuse to talk, “Instead of wearing one of those very expensive, very uncomfortable wigs, I’ve chosen to wear silly hats,” she said.
“Oh I like your style,” I said, “You look great in your matching hats.”
And that’s when he smiled too.