I’ve been pouring over these images of Victorian ladies with floor length hair for…I don’t know how long now. But can you blame me? They’re beautiful and mysterious and sad. I don’t know why I feel this surge of emotion for a collection of women, of strangers…but I do. I find it morbidly fascinating that not one of these woman is alive today. I wonder what happened after death. I wonder if they were put in their coffins blanketed with their own hair. I wonder if their hair was cut off to be gifted to family and friends in lockets. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. To find a well written and deeply fascinating article about the role that long hair played in the Victorian era, move here.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 
There’s one woman shown who looks all hair and no arms. Thank-goodness for modern photography. We don’t have to stand like store mannequins now!
Women have come so far in the control of so many facets of our lives!!
They must have all had terrible headaches to deal with carrying the weight of all that hair.
The hair actually doesn’t look thick on most of these women (looks light and thin like mine) so I don’t believe they all would have had headaches, maybe a few, but the body builds up muscles over time so I imagine their neck was very lithe and had years to become that way.