Once upon a time there was a young women with thin, fine (some might even say stringy) blonde hair. Although happy, she had little control over her hair situation. She relied on an arsenal of products that promised volume, smoothing fibers, and to defy gravity. She learned to blow dry her hair upside down. She was glad she lived in Texas where teasing brushes were as common on vanities as toothbrushes. A place where aerosol hairspray is not shunned.
She fell in love with a handsome young man who also had thin hair. With cowlicks.
You probably know what happened. Their children, although happy, had thin, fine (some might even say stringy) blonde hair. With cowlicks.
It was a relief they had any hair at all since the children entered preschool with only fine, white peach fuzz.
But when the children’s hair came in, the girls wanted it long. The mother was perplexed. What to do with fine, thin (some might even say stringy) hair that did not involve aerosol hair spray?Or blow drying. Or $30 shampoo?
Pigtails?
“No,” wiggled the girls.
Braids?
“Sometimes,” they conceded.
But other times, they decided, they would “comb” their hair quickly so they could have more time at the park. And strangers would stare. And wonder if those blonde kids had ever seen the inside of a bathtub.
And their mother, that young women who had been plagued by her thin, fine hair, would chase after them all with a brush.
And that’s the hairstory of this picture.
