hair

When I was at my mum’s yesterday, my little brother dropped by.  I say ‘little’ but he’s nearly 28 and nearly 6′3″.  When he bent over to pat the dogs, I noticed he’s got the typical middle-aged bald spot.  I know that baldness comes from the mother’s side, but that doesn’t explain why no one on my mum’s side has ever lost their hair, while my dad was bald as a coot from his early 20s.  My little brother has the same pattern of baldness as my dad.

I’m in the process of growing my hair.  Well, I guess it’s not something I’m doing, as such – it’s more something I’m not doing – I’m not cutting it as often.  When I do cut it, I get SO to do it.  It’s quick, cheap, and he does a good job.  He trimmed off a couple of inches tonight, then measured it.  67cms, or about 26 and a half inches.  It probably sounds weird, but it’s the only objective way I can tell it is actually growing.

I’m also taking better care of it.  I only wash it about 2-3 times a week, and I don’t dry it with a hairdryer any more.  The last time I used a hairdryer, it was 11 November 2006, when SO and I got married.  And that was only because I did my hair in the middle of the day (we got married mid-afternoon).  Before I started looking after it, my hair would just snap.  Hair is meant to stretch, but mine didn’t.  It was too brittle.  However since I started looking after it, it’s now stretching, like hair should (if put under pressure, anyhow).