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)
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.
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.
So, I don’t know about you, but I loathe it when people whine or complain on facebook. Maybe it is because whining on facebook is usually something like: “I’m so tired of this weather” or “I’m so tired of people who judge” or “I’m so tired of being pregnant” or just plain “I’m so tired.”
Whining and complaining on a blog, however, is totally fine. Why? you ask. It has to do with the fact that a blog post is longer than a one line status update. So you can explain how you feel in a more exact way–what’s really bothering you.
Plus, blog whiners usually put in a little gimme like- “I know I’m just being a baby about this and I should really be grateful right now, but I just feel whiney….” So I can totally relate to that. They know they are being a baby and acknowlege it
And then, there are times when people have truly, deeply sad things happen and that is worthy of a blog post. A one-liner on facebook is too trivial to handle that kind of hurt.
What do you think? Does whining on facebook bother you?
hmmm. that sounded cranky. I’m really not cranky today. I am totaly wiped out! P90X plyometrics. Not for the faint of heart. It is now 1 1/2 hours since I finished working out and my face is finally close to normal color. It was a flaming beet red. Is that bad, in your opinion? I may not get much done today. Moving hurts. (whine whine whine–I know, when I can fit into my size 12 jeans I’ll be so glad I did this–so you don’t have to feel bad for me. I’m glad I’m doing it! Victory will be S-W-E-E-T.)
I have complained on facebook, much to my shame. And it wasn’t very satisfying, let me tell you. By the time I was over it, people were still commenting sympathetically and I felt so shallow. What happened was, I got a haircut on Valentine’s day. I showed the girl in the hair salon a picture of what I wanted and she talked alot about doing this or that and I said that sounds good and I wound up with the haircut she had instead.
This is what she did. After 4 weeks, I can almost make my hair look like how she styled it. Thank goodness I have a super awesome flat iron.
I felt okay about it until I got home. Then I had a complete meltdown and ate a bunch of chips and Nacho Cheese (and whined on facebook shamefully. In my defense, it was not a one-liner.) Then I ratted my hair like this.
Then I laughed at myself and I was fine. Besides, the haircut does look modern and like I know what is going on in the world–which was the ultimate goal. I was tired of people telling me I looked like a runaway from Little House on the Prairie or an escaped polygamist. Sheesh! How much more black eyeliner do I need to add?
The princesses all wanted to get in on the silly messy hair pictures.
One of the reasons I was originally upset about the haircut was that I had set my heart on bangs, and I couldn’t see any when she styled my hair. But I found them. So I felt better.
This is another look I have not been able to replicate again. Too bad. Nobody would tell me I looked like a polygamist if my hair was like this.
I got a hair cut today and it is okay–not a disaster or anything–but it doesn’t look like the picture I showed the stylist AT ALL 😦
I really had my heart set on cute bangs–and there are no bangs!
After drowning my sorrows in jalapeno nachos, I’ve decided that I like my hair cut after all.
Also, I can do this with it:
I leaned something profound today.
Something rather life-changing.
A day which doesn’t begin well can be made much better if the Man of the House cooks dinner.
These Chipotle Lime marinated shrimp were muy delicioso. It is a secret recipe that DH found on the internet and made more secret by adding garlic and cilantro.
Also, I have to brag on my kids, who finished their first sewing projects. (“Finished” being key, as the both have begun things in the past which never reached completion.) Way to go Cherry Pie and Bubba
Cherry Pie over decorated hers. I started stressing out and then I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was her little bag and she could have it how she wanted.
And Cutie Pie got her first hair cut–which makes me a little sad, because I can’t do these piggy tails any more. But she already seems cooler, so it is worth the sacrifice.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 