Day 9 - Passage to St Helena
Misterx
Sat 15 Mar 2025 00:19
14/03/25
8:30 pm
Day 9
Atlantic Ocean
DTD : 608 NM
Ode to the curls or curly oddity
I washed my hair today, always pick a light air day to wash my hair.
My new mop of hair is being disparaged by Ian on a regular basis, talk of
sheep, sheep dogs and Baa noises and the likes, and i would like to take
this opportunity to rise up in defence of said mop... The latest jibe,
because he is a pragmatic kind of guy, mentioned that this oily leak, a
couple of days ago, would have been taken care of swiftly if only he'd had
thought to chuck me in the engine compartment head first, then dangling me
overboard by my feet before giving me a thorough rinse out and blow dry in
the wind and sun sitting on the transom at the back of Mr X! This was a
step to far, demanding an immediate retort, so there it is!
Well, all I have to say is that my new head of hair would not look out of
place on the set of Bridgestone. Not sure if you, my dear readers, are a
aware of this Netflix series, a Georgian romantic rumpus codswallops, a bit
risqué, but with fabulous costumes, music, filmed in the most exotic
locations, where hair and make up are just out of this world. Look it up,
that will give you an idea of what i am talking about if you don't know.
So back to my hairdo, I might have mentioned to you previously, my dear
readers, that it started out its natural re-growth after the drama, as a
cute Shirley Temple, without the tap dance, evolved into a Brian May,
without the complicated riff and it is now a full blown Princess Charlotte
(Bridgestone) as a wildling, before the up dos, no styling involved, kept
out of the reach of any coiffeur... a real beauty!
I have a headful of curls so tight that you could use them as springs and
you would get sprung! A headful of well formed frisettes or as we like to
refer to them in French "les Anglaises"... how fortuitous!
Scissors have not been near it since the beginning of my treatment back in
September last year, and it is text book "Chemo Curls" embodiment ... and
just as i have loved my "let's tie a scarf on my head the most outrageous
way" era, when the follicles faltered, I am embracing the curly period with
a real passion. Maybe because i know it will pass and and i will be back to
my straight hair soon enough. Or maybe because this curly head reminds me
everyday how lucky i am.
Admittedly, there has been many occasion when i have caught a glimpse of
myself in a mirror or shop window and wondered who is this fabulous woman
dressed in my clothes, and Ian has admitted that, at time, he was wondering
who is this outlandish dishevelled witch at his arm, so familiar but so
different.
I find them curls so beautiful in their form and colour, from steely grey to
pure white, that i am already very distressed at the thought of it all
flattening up as it is supposed to do. I am finding myself wondering if i
could make a wig of my own hair, tell me my dear readers, could I?
I will hate losing the finger twirlings of my locks when i am deep in
thoughts, and the bouncy feeling, like today when they have just been
washed... finally my ethereal halo is visible to all!!! Maybe i need a
psychologist not a hairdresser!
As you can guess, a slow day today, not much happening on the water, not
much wind, no rain, no traffic, just plodding along at 3 or maybe 4 knots in
the grey cloudy world we are inhabiting today...
Thanks goodness for the curls... gave me something to write about!
M