Lets Talk About The Hair

Okay, lets talk about the hair!!

No; I am not doing a Britney Spears, I am not attempting any kind of rebellion, I am not trying to make a statement and I am not about to burn my bra (they are expensive).

I did it simply because I can. Yep, that’s right, I did it because I can and I had enough of my hair being long. I did it because I have the ability to make a choice and I quite like the look. It’s the fifth time that I’ve done this and every time I do, I feel liberated.

It always amuses me when people project their ideas upon why I would do this. If you can’t see that I do this for the act of freedom then you are mistaken.

It reminds me of the time  I cut my long blond hair when I was age 23 and wow, didn’t that create fear in others!!!!

I am not my hair I am Tamar 🙂

In spite of my recent peak of anxiety due to many stressful things happening in my life, I am happy. I am a person who enjoys life and has always felt free to be me. I like to break out in spontaneous singing and have a little dance. I like laughing and making others laugh too. I like to hold onto hope and live there, like some visionary who finds the future an exciting place. I live in the Truth and I know the truth. John 8:36 When The Truth sets you free you’re free indeed

I suggest that when you see me, gage your response and ask your self why?? Why are you thinking the thoughts you have? Don’t be afraid to be honest with yourself. You might just find something  out about your self??

Happy reflective thoughts xxxx

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My boy want’s long hair and I don’t care!!!

My Son want’s to grow his hair and I am happy to let it happen.

He has to endure many rules in his young life and so he should, as he is a child. However, there are some things in life that shouldn’t be a rule such as if a child want to sport long hair or not!!!

Okay, being a sensory child when confronted with scissors to his hair it’s like we are killing him and with that being said avoiding hair cuts is awesome!! Yet believe it or not, my young child has an opinion of how he would like his hair and his desire is for it to be long.

One of the first reasons he gave for growing his hair was so he could be like his Uncle Wayne.

Unfortunately my son has never met his uncle as he passed away quite a few years ago, but we have lots of memories and this awesome photo to look at.

The second reason he gave was because he thinks he’s a rock star. Let’s face it!! We all have dreams.

For me, I don’t mind little boys having long hair and I don’t see what the big deal is. You know, there really is nothing about my life that has been regular so why not follow the tradition of who I am and let my child come with me.

let the hair grow!!!!

Apparently I was a hippy???

Going back a number of years I had very long hair right down to my bum and my brother enthusiastically labelled me as a hippy. That’s okay as I totally embraced the whole hippy thing and had strange want for being at Woodstock!!! The funny thing is that I really used to bag my dad out who wore 70’s retro suits during the 80’s and sported a 60’s style hair do with beard.

What happened to me that in my late teens that I began to dress like a hippy??

Art school!! That’s what happened, I went from living my days in a small coastal town to commuting on a bus to Wollongong to pursue my passion for art. I must mention it was 45 minute  bus ride and  not some faraway distant destination!!! It was so cool seeing people dressed differently and expressing creativity through their dress sense.

Once going to art school I didn’t immediately begin dressing like a hippy purposely, I was just a Dag not really caring how the world viewed me so I kind of fell into it….if that makes sense???

A number of years ago I decided to do a self-portrait from the above photo in the style of a 70’s inspired cushion with green hues.  Why on earth do I love this type of style?? Who knows, I just go with it. That’s what artists do.

Since my long hair hippy days I have sported many different types of hair styles. As you can see below!!!

The first time that I shaved my head was for charity but since then I’ve done it about four times!! The last time was for nits!!!! I could not rid myself of the evil little creatures!!!!!!

Below is one of my favourite hair styles ever. I got extensions and went blond.

I felt like between the hair stylist and myself, we had created a master piece together!!!!

I will never get extensions again as it was very high maintenance hair do and I’m a low maintenance girl!!!!

So here below is my latest do!! I’ve gone for the heavy fringe.

And this is a more accurate (not styled by the hair dresser) look of my latest do!! It’s a little bit fluffy but that’s because my hair is boofy 🙂

So I’m no longer a hippy chick but that doesn’t matter because just  like hair that grows so do I. When we grow we change and we need not fear it when it comes our way!!!

Okay, enough of the hair philosophy!!!

A letter to Rapunzel!!

Dear Rapunzel,

I just read your story and I’m just so moved by what you have gone through and none of it you chose!! But hey, looks like you got your self a happy ending and that’s always a good thing.

My story is no way as dramatic as yours but can I share just a little bit that I think we can relate to? I too had very long hair and was known by it.  Some of my issues were, when going to the toilet make sure you put in over your shoulder. I don’t need to tell you that one do I? When eating it’s best to tie it up and the same when taking a shower.Your hair was way longer than mine so no doubt you’d be experiencing a headache here and there, especially having some manipulative witch demanding they use it as a rope.

I find it interesting Punzy, (is it okay to call you that?) that people were devastated when I cut my hair, like the thorns hurt their eyes and they grieved for me. From my point of view,  I found it a very liberating experience. For you it was a tough part of the journey and my heart goes out for you. Like me, you had so much expectation put on you: you’re the chick with the long hair and it has to stay that way!!!

I hope my letter doesn’t dredge up past hurts for you? The main reason for me writing to you is that I want you to know you are an inspiration. Through it all you kept on singing and eventually your true love heard your voice!! You  go girlfriend!!!!

Yours truly

Tamar xxx

The world gasped when I cut my long blond hair

During my teens and  early twenty’s I had very long hair and dressed like a hippy. I really wasn’t the makeup type of chick and I really didn’t care much for fashion.  Having long hair was great and it was low maintenance, although I had to hold it over my shoulder when I ate or paid a visit to the toilet.

I can remember at a certain age longing for a make over, I may have been about 22. I was getting tired of the look, the hair, the image and thinking to myself that I’d like to explore a fresh new look. At the time I was seeing another hippy type of guy and I thought we were going to get married. I was holding on to the long hair because I wanted our wedding to reflect our hippy look. I really do not recommend this thought pattern, it can really hold you back in life.

Then something truly amazing happened, he broke up with me and in the process set me free. I am so thankful for his honesty and bravery as it really did enable me to grow and move on with my life an a positive way. So the first thing I did was visit the hairdresser and got my long blond hair all cut off. I felt so relieved and exhilarated and to this day I have never regretted my decision to cut my hair.

The aftermath of my hair cutting came quite a surprise to me, it was like the whole world took a collective gasp of horror that I could do such a thing. I could not believe the insanity of it all. Some quite openly told me it was a stupid thing to do other’s referred to it as an act of rebellion from being dumped. Strangers on a bus would gasp and then exclaim “you cut your hair”!!

For the world around me, my hair cutting expedition was more a trauma to them then it was for me. I’ve often thought about this catatonic reaction of other’s and wondered what on earth were people thinking ? Did my long hair keep them safe and unchallenged? Had people boxed me to be the long hair chick forever?

For a time I felt insulted by some of the comments that were thrown at me and to this day I view them as out-of-order but without anger. What people didn’t realise was that I was a young girl wanting to grow up and mature. I was and am a person, I am not my hair. I think the world saw my hair and labeled me as such and how dare I do something to shatter that image.

Well many years have passed and I am now 38 and if I had to do it all again I would just do the same. We all mature and grow and we can’t stay forever in our little boxes. My hair is not my identity for my name is Tamar and I’m not my long blond hair.