My mother and I never looked alike. We had different coloring and different shapes. We didn’t wear the same shoe size. Our tastes were different. We were different (or so I thought).
For the last 35 years of her life, I cut my mother’s hair — partly for convenience and partly for economy.
It also allowed her to yell at the person who could not make her look like her favorite movie stars. (Turns out that’s a family trait.)
Her hair was dark, thick and wavy. She didn’t wear bangs but had a deep wave to the side. She always wore it short. Not Miley Cyrus weird short but like a wavy Jennifer Lawrence from a few years back with a Veronica Lake wave to the side.
I have been growing out my hair for a while, especially my bangs. I don’t know why it takes so long. When I wore bangs, I trimmed them every 2 or 3 weeks.
Finally in December, my bangs were “grown out” but there was a problem. Over the years my forehead didn’t age as well as the rest of me (or someone swapped my forehead out for that of a 90-year-old woman — no, make that 110-year-old). It’s scary what hides under there.
I will need to wear bangs the rest of my life. It’s not the end of the world. Some people take cholesterol meds, I wear bangs. They had to be cut.
When going shorter it’s always best to go in steps. You can get used to the look. If it’s a mistake, it’s not hard to grow back.
After the first trim which gave me long center bangs that swung to the side I had a shock when I looked into the mirror.
For the first time ever, I looked like my mother. My hair was still much longer than she wore it and a different color but there was something about the way my bangs waved over my eyebrows that reminded me of her.
We have a lot in common. She took in strays and I’ve inherited that trait. Now I also have this big freaking wave on my wrinkly forehead.
And I like to complain about my hair just like she always did. It’s hard to find a stylist that can make me look like Meg Ryan. Maybe just another snip will do it.