Stephanie Butland

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Bah! revisited: Hair – some highlights

I was having a look back to see what was happening on the blog three years ago. Ned’s birthday (unsurprisingly), and a holiday in the place we live now, and some hair photos that I thought we might ‘enjoy’ once more…. original post was on August 9, 2008. Doesn’t time fly when you’re brushing your hair?

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Something we’ve been doing here in Guyzance is going through old family documents and photographs, which is as hilarious/tearful as these processes usually are. I’ve seen pictures of both sets of grandparents getting married, of great uncles and grandads in uniform on their way to war(s), of my great-Grandma (who I just remember) holding my Mum when she was a baby. There are ration books, WAF discharge papers, marriage certificates, telegrams with tragic news.
There’s levity too. In more recent family history, we’ve all found special amusement looking at my hair.
Here I am at my shortest. (When I typed that I meant my shortest hair, but actually I was pretty short all over.)

Here I am at my blondest:

Here I am at my longest. Check out my right shoulder!

Here I am at my most pageboy.
Here I am at my fringiest.

Here I am at my bouffiest. Bonnie Tyler, eat your heart out.

Here I am at my eightiesest. If you were there, you probably had a batwing sweater involving fuschia pink and jade green too. You just might not be foolish enough to admit it on a publicly viewable document.

And here I am today.



I’m not sure about the whole curly asymmetric thing that I’ve got going on at the back – I might actually have to go and have a haircut – but other than that, I think my hair is looking pretty OK. And looking through the pictures reminds me that this here post chemo hair is nothing more than another part of my history, and a minor part at that. I hope, in generations to come, my dance with cancer will be a snippet of my life and not what defines me in the collective memory. And if the last couple of days are anything to go by, I expect everyone will be too busy laughing at my hair to even think about cancer….which is fine by me!