Hair chronicles....Where have I been?

There has been so much to say, so little time, so many questions, with no real answers. What brought me back? I am not sure. Maybe a need to discuss hair, feelings, and some more hair. But mostly I think it might have been this special lady I saw on the train. I normally don't try to take pictures of people, but I was so fascinated by this woman's hair piece. If you cannot tell from this photo, it is a yarn-knit headband followed by an abundance of feathers. Beautiful red/pink neon feathers. I didn't know what to make of it when I saw her. I just knew I had to capture this for the one day I was going to update this blog. Today is that day. If you do not know this already, I tend to think about what I am going to look like as a senior citizen. I think about it quite often. Sometimes I see things I want to put on, but I remind myself "no, it's too soon". I admire a woman that can go out with this much flash happening. I step out sometimes in the dullest of colors, sometimes pure drab, and I throw on some red lipstick and think I am spicing things up. Then I see this woman and know I am far from achieving amazingness. I am far from my true wanna be drag queen self. It's ok though, I have many years to start collecting and getting ready for something that is going to blow everyone's minds. Look me up in about 40 years...I am going to look magical. xoxo Queen Do Talk

Baby Bangs Not Bangin'

I remember in the early 2000s when I sported a baby bang. Not just me...but all of my friends. We were 'different' and non-regs (regular people). For the time, it was pretty common. You would be watching a band and most girls resembled a similar look. We all wore jeans and mostly black t-shirts. Maybe a few ringer t's here and there. Now when I see a baby bang on a woman that is my age, I start to question what happened. It's not so much she didn't change her hairstyle, but more like she just cut a baby bang when she had a semi-normal hairdo. Don't get me wrong...who hasn't looked at Audrey Tautou in Amelie and wanted to be her? Hell I might still want to be her. I might chop off my bangs just to fall in love with a man who works at a porn shop. It just takes a special woman to pull this off. It might not be you. That's all I am saying.