As the Man of the House and I were going out tonight to see friends acting in the play Harvey,
Blueberry Pie said, “I never thought my mom would wear a Mohawk and a biker jacket.”
I patted him on the should and said, “Sometiems life turns out better than you imagined it would.” 😉
Guess who held still for his haircut and who did not? (Skeeter did, Zeke did not)
Finally did the summer hair cuts. I thought I would be super sad to have their hair cut, but they are still cute 🙂
I’ve been considering getting my hair cut for 3 months. The traditional “I have a new baby haircut.” I didn’t want to cut it just because though. However, I’ve gotten so tired of fixing my hair and styling my hair that I was ready to break something with my flat iron. My hair had got longer than it’s been in 13 years. I fixed it beautifully many times. Sadly, I have no pictures of those amazing hairdos because I’m always behind the camera–which is really sad since I take such poorly composed photos and can’t seem to drum up enough energy to care.
But, like I said, I was done with the fuss and getting out the door is such an ordeal these days–I wanted to simplify the process. Plus my scalp has gone insane. I blame hormones.
Here is a before picture. See I couldn’t even bring myself to fix it for posterity.
Here is the picture I took to the hair salon:
Wouldn’t that have been stunning? Sigh.
Here is what I got:
It’s not even close. I wanted angled. I got square. Blocky. Totally wrong for my face, and completely NOT WHAT I SPECIFICALLY ASKED FOR.
At first, I thought maybe it was just because I made such a drastic change that I was having problems with the cut. But I realized it was really because I didn’t get what I asked for. After some encouragement from friends, I went back to the salon and a different stylist fixed it as much as she could to be actually an angled bob.
This I can live with.
Part of me feels like I was being shallow to fuss so much about a haircut that was probably fine. The other part of me is like
I SHOWED HER A PICTURE! HOW COULD SHE GET IT SO COMPLETELY WRONG?
2 Samuel 14:26
And when he polled his head, (for it was at every year’s end that he polled it: because the hair was heavy on him, therefore he polled it:) he weighed the hair of his head at two hundred shekels after the king’s weight.
P.S. My scale reads no differently after my haircut. Stupid scale.
Here are the much cooler, hair cutted, Sweetie Pies. The tank tops are because it is 90 deg and I haven’t turned on the air conditioner.
you can see from the back that Pumpkin Pie’s isn’t quite straight. But she tilts her head so much that it is hard to notice when she is moving around
They are A-line cuts. Which is different than an A-line skirt. A little language thing that always bugs me.
Cutie Pie got a baby hair cut.
After looking at how sweaty she is even after the hair cut, I turned on the a/c.
Peach Pie just informed me that I need to “go somewhere” because she hasn’t got to see her favorite babysitters for a long time.
Cherry Pie joined in, “Yeah, you and Daddy need to go on a date.”
Peach Pie: “You guys need some alone time and we want Savannah to play games with us.”
Okay. It seems that the 1st Lieutenant who sometimes resides in my house took MY camera with him to his State Emergency Tornado Cleanup Duty. Thus I can provide no pictures of the murderously short summer haircuts. (Which looked better in the light of day next morning, thankfully.) So if I wish to blog, I must content myself with blogging about something for which I already have pictures.
That means I have to tell a story on myself.
Sigh. Here Goes….
As you will note in the following picture, some people in my family have great eyebrows. Some people meaning all of my sisters.
Don’t they look fabulous? p.s. this little pouf hairstyle is the one that earned me the polygamous hair comment from a friend. My sometimes resident 1LT reluctantly admitted upon questioning that it seemed a little old fashioned. I said, “But so & so wears her hair like that.” He laughed and said, “Yeh, she does.” Apparently that was not good defense on my part. dang’t
So about a year ago, I decided that kempt brows would help with making me look more like I cared how I look (You can always tell a cheerleader/soccer mom by her thin eyebrows, even if she has no makeup, a messy ponytail and sweats on. You can also tell her by how skinny and tan she is, but I have limits. No offense intended to any of my readers who are skinny or like to tan a lot. I still love you, my skin just genetically will not tan. Plus I fear cancer.)
anyway…
I got my brows waxed for my birthday. After that I tried to keep them up myself. Last summer, while in Dallas for Mary Kay Seminar, I sat down in front of one of those lighted magnifying mirrors. It was amazing. I could see every little hair. I got a little carried away and perhaps overplucked a bit. (alot) In my defense, I think I had low blood sugar and it affected my judgement.
exhibit A:
Several months later it was again my birthday and I mentioned that perhaps I would go have my brows waxed.
My sometimes resident 1LT said, “Just don’t go to the place you went last time. They gave you old lady eyebrows.”
me (!!!! no way am I admitting I did that to myself!!!)
“Was it that bad? You didn’t say anything at the time.”
Him: “Well, you really couldn’t do anything about it, so no point in making you feel bad.”
Me: “Don’t worry, I won’t go back there.” (note to self: Never pick up tweezers without having eaten something first. ever.)
I’d like to interject here that he said it all very nicely and picked just the right time to tell me when I could appreciate his advice and not have my feelings hurt. I really was glad to have been warned away from making the same mistake twice. So don’t be hating the 1LT.
I think I’m doing better as the first pic in this post and the following one show.
Meh, I don’t know. My eyebrows are still more round than angled. The thing is, I have round eyebrows. Just do. No getting around it. ha ha… around it … round eyebrows… whew! I should get some sleep.
The thing is, I can’t sleep tonight. It’s one of those nights where I keep thinking of all the ways I fell short today and what a terrible selfish mother / friend I am. Sigh. I just have to do better tomorrow and be grateful that most of my friends are the really forgiving type. You know, the kind who always look at dumb things you do or say and think of the most positive wonderful reason why you did/said that. The kind who know I meant well even if it all came out horribly wrong.
I love you guys.
You help me to have hope that I can be better.
Thanks.
My GirlFriends’ Guide to Pregnancy says that under no circumstances are you to ever do something drastic during pregnancy–like getting a new hair cut.
After tonight, I am sure it should also say that under no circumstances should you ever cut your childrens’ hair when you are pregnant.
Pictures to follow tomorrow morning when the girls are awake.
Lucky for them, they are so cute that they still look cute with my murderous hack job hair cuts.
Also, lucky for them, my insanity stopped short of giving them bangs like they asked for. At least I knew that would be a disaster.
Lucky for me, the Man of the House is gone for 2-3 weeks with the National Guard helping clean up the Joplin tornado. Maybe their hair will grow back enough that I can take them to someone who knows what they are doing and have it fixed.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 