personal project | hair as crowning glory

the perfect messy bun

Hair can be an important part of our identity – a reminder of our genetic makeup.

I spent my formative years being told that the way my hair grew, naturally curly, was unacceptable. In the seventies, long straight hair was in fashion. I spent hours blowing my hair dry pulling and tugging to smooth out curls. I wrapped my hair in curlers the size of orange juice cans and even swirled my hair around my own head as if it were one giant roller – all to flatten my natural waves. I wasn’t informed enough to see that along with my curls, my identity was being obliterated.

When I cut my long hair, someone asked if my husband would be upset.

And when I reached the age of fifty-five and stopped coloring my hair, I was surprised by how many opinions people had and how freely they were given.

Today, I did a quick internet search – the meaning of hair as a crowning glory — and, no lie, this is what came up.

There’s little women won’t do in the name of beauty. Killer heels? Bring it on! Near constant plucking and preening of facial hair? No biggie. We go through a lot to look beautiful but little do we realise, it’s our hair that’s our crowning glory. Your hair symbolises femininity, health and personality and can tell people a lot about you. After all, our hair is the crown we never take off – so we’d better make sure it’s looking preened, polished and gorgeous at all times.

Gorgeous hair is an instant confidence boost. If you’re having a gorgeous hair day you feel on top of your game but have you ever realised how much it affects your day? Your confidence, your outfit and the way you’re perceived by other people is affected – a bad hair day is just a bad day!

This journal is not a soap box. I’ll leave it to you, dear reader, to make up your own mind.

But I won’t be sitting on pins and needles waiting to see if anyone likes my hair or not.


Notes on the making of this project:

There’s not much left in my bag of found sewing notions. A spool of thread, hooks and eyes, some snaps, a pair of scissors, a few buttons. I don’t have another idea for a next picture. I may be finished with this little project. Perhaps six images is exactly the right number to set a new pattern for breaking the rules.