You know covetousness...it's in the Bible. It's the 10th Commandment and when you read it, it says "a$$" and if you're ten years old, you think it's really funny.
What I covet is not an a$$, unless you're going to give me a nice one instead of the double-wide I have, but hair.
And not just any hair.
Janet Lynn's hair.
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But I loved her hair even more.
I loved her hair so much that on my thirteenth birthday, I cut my own hair.
(Y'all will have to remember that I lived out in the middle of nowhere and there was only Vern the barber in my small town. One had to go to the CITY to get a 'real' style. I didn't have the opportunity to do that until AFTER I made a huge mess of my hair. While that wasn't the initial thought, it was a nice bonus.)
We all know what happens to hairstyles; they come and go. So it was with Janet Lynn's feathered cap and mine. I grew the straight, parted-in-the-middle Gwyneth curtain (not a good look for someone who has very thin hair) and kept it until my senior year, when I went back to shoulder length with the side part, bangs feathered back. I kept that until I began my sojurn into very short, boyish styles (ala Vern the barber).
I've kept my hair short, for the most part, ever since. But lately, I have been longing for longer hair. With bangs.
And today, I succumbed to the siren call of the nail scissors while I stood looking into the bathroom mirror.
In my mind, I look just like Janet Lynn.