My last haircut was in July 2011.
For the first 3 or 4 months, it was just unnecessary, then it was unaffordable (#hobokenny) and finally, I decided to make it work for me. The show I’ve got coming up with Evolution Theatre – Mary Magdalene and Adventures in Sobriety – is about a homeless woman who crashes into an AA meeting. At some point in December or January, re-reading the script, the theme of hair was coming up. At various points in the script, my Mary M mentions never getting gray hair, drying his darling feet with her hair, soaking up his blood with her hair…
(Luke 7.38 She waited behind him at his feet, weeping, and her tears began to fall on his feet. She dried them with her hair, kissed his feet, and anointed them with perfume.)
I had a chat with the director and said that chances are a homeless woman would not have nice hair and I would like to let mine grow out for the show. He agreed and now here I am with hair that probably hasn’t been this long since my high school days. The ends are split and dry and, as I realized during roller derby tryouts yesterday afternoon, get caught in my armpits. And there is A LOT of it. I’ve always had really thick hair and these days it feels like I’m wearing a sweater on my head. A very shedd-y sweater.
So here I am, about a month and a half from showtime, with hair still growing, and having stopped plucking my eyebrows about a month ago.
Mary Magdalene or Cousin It? The things we do for Art.
In the meantime, I know I’m late on the bandwagon, but this one really made me laugh. Personal favorite: “It’s for a part.”