In Other News... That's my actual face. For a couple of years now, I've worn a headcovering whenever I leave Hardscrabble Farm, not just for Church and prayer. In the last couple of days I've been asked by several people why ("I didn't want to ask, in case it was cancer or something...")
Nope, not cancer. Yes, I have hair. There are actually several reasons why I decided to cover. Here's the bullet points - no deep philosophical thoughts, just my ramblings.
Nope, not cancer. Yes, I have hair. There are actually several reasons why I decided to cover. Here's the bullet points - no deep philosophical thoughts, just my ramblings.
1- Religion. I am an Orthodox Christian - headcovering for prayer and Church are a traditional thing. "For this reason the woman ought to have a symbol of authority on her head, because of the angels".
(Not my bidness to decide that every woman should cover her head. Got enough trouble keeping the knots out of my own scarf.)
(Not my bidness to decide that every woman should cover her head. Got enough trouble keeping the knots out of my own scarf.)
2- Health. Have a couple of issues that the added warmth and protection definitely help. Wyoming winds are tough on trigeminal neuralgia... extra added benefit, those same winds DON'T mess up my 'do. (Extra-extra benefit- medical personnel don't ask you to get "automatically naked". No little paper gowns unless absolutely required!)
3- Personal Space. I didn't cut my hair for over 30 years. For some reason, long hair, like pregnant bellies, draw the hands of strangers - random people were forever touching, tugging, or commenting on my hair. Headco-vering and "deliberate dress" seems to equal some extra manners.
4- a dash of solidarity. I resisted headcovering for a long time because I saw it as a sign of oppression. It CAN be - whether or not to wear a particular article of clothing, and when and how, should be a woman's choice, not the choice of a man or a government. Wimmin's bidness.
5- Style. Bored of the modern 'uniform' of t-shirt and jeans. I want to be the ladies of Advanced Style when I grow up. Why look like everybody else?
And maybe it's my own personal reaction to the number of pajamas I see out in public - somehow putting on a headwrap just seems to call for actual clothing to go with it. Jammies just ain't me.
And maybe it's my own personal reaction to the number of pajamas I see out in public - somehow putting on a headwrap just seems to call for actual clothing to go with it. Jammies just ain't me.
6- Just Because! Not as young as I used to be, or as quick and active, and definitely not as cute - but I still enjoy a good round of Freak The Mundanes.
So if you like a certain thing - be it Dr Martens or tutus, flannel shirts or faerie wings - wear it. Doesn't matter what age you are, what size you are, what WHATEVER you are. Wear what makes you feel wonderful.
Freak the Mundanes. Puzzle the Muggles. Keep 'em guessing. It's good exercise for small minds.