At the artisans' sale there were extravagant, cosy fibres: yarn unraveled from thrift store sweaters, wool handspun in Japan, silks wound round with thinner silks, and I was looking at these and also at people's lovely long hair, and I wanted my hair long again, though it's getting silver. I missed my hair, and I know this is frivolous and unimportant, but the romance of it was what I longed for. Forget the fact that when it was long, my hair drove me insane. I wanted it coiled on top of my head and secured with tortoiseshell combs. I wanted the chance to be a beautiful old woman with mysteries upon mysteries around her head.
Thank you! I think you are right about long hair making our friends look older, and the idea that holding onto our long hair gives the impression we are trying to hold onto our youth. Thank you so much for saying those kind things.