Growing up, one of my favourite characters from classical Greek mythology was Medusa.
Now, this is not to say that I had some sort of deeply privileged upbringing where I was exposed to the classics from a young age, nor is it to say I was exceptionally gifted and reading canon literature from a young age. My first exposure to Medusa came in the form of the amazing 1981 masterpiece Clash of the Titans, a film my sister and I doubtlessly came across on daytime TV. I was obsessed with Medusa’s coiling, twisting snake hair, and I wanted snake hair of my very own.
Cut to present day, and I am starting to understand my Versace fixation (despite their line suffering terrible since Gianni’s murder) and also, with curly hair.
This weekend past I visited my hairdresser, the amazing Elise at Rhubarb & Me in Lyneham, to perm my hair for a second time. We did this for Fashfest last year, but we also colour my hair at the time, and I quickly realised that this was not what I had actually wanted. So after buzzing my head and then waiting a painstaking 18 months for my hair to grow back to a suitable length, we were finally able to perm my hair again.
I am fairly convinced that my interest in perming my hair and having a head full of curls stems from some long-held childhood desire to be Medusa.
I’m not going to lie, having a head full of bouncy, twisting tendrils of hair is *almost* as good as having a head full of writhing snakes and an ability to turn people to stone with a glance. I mean, sure, they’re not exactly the same, but I think I like the perm almost as much as I would being transformed into a monster of Greek myth.