Short- Mom's preferred look for me. I swear her fingers itched to grab the scissors whenever she looked at me. I suppose that is part of the reason why I'm always changing my hair. When the hair is short, I want it longer and vice versa.
Then there is color. All of them. I have not been pink like Helen Mirren. And it looks great on her. I haven't been black. But I've been just about everything else. Mom tried out new colors on me. And some worked and some didn't.
Short hair has long been touted as right for older women. And I've been short often. As a young wife, I cut my hair with a razor into a very very short style and for a long time it was perfect. We lived in South West Florida. Heat and humidity hung in the air like a veil of smoke and it was nice not to have to deal with long frizzies. But as usual, change was on the horizon.
In a misguided attempt to appeal to my husband, I grew out my hair. Thinking that long hair, and especially long blonde hair was a turn on for men, that is what I wanted. However, given my skill with hair color at the time, instead of flowing long blonde hair I got frizzies and broken and split ends.
And guess what happened in the 80's. Curly perms. And blonde. And blonde curly perms. And more frizz. And more frizz.
Then the ultimate betrayal-gray hairs. There weren't many at first. And the old wives' tale is wrong. When you pull out one you don't get two back. But they do multiply. Better than I did in math class.
And I tried a fairly dark brown. I loved the color. But not on me. It truly was a great brown. For someone.
I've been going to Sally's Beauty Supply for my hair stuff lately. I'm using Wella products and I like the color and the way it feels.