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Friday, February 17, 2012

To Hair is Human

Okay. See? Here she looks like a girl!

Sometimes, being thrifty has its limits.
When I was eighteen, my Mom taught me to cut hair.
She thought it was a skill I would need as I contemplated starting my own family.
The brave lady used herself as my working model.
Let's just say that, for several months, my Mom's hair was . . . interesting.
And leave it at that.
Her bravery was rewarded.
I learned to cut hair.
In one style.
And short.
Moving forward several years.
My Husby and I were blessed with three sons.
All of whom had the same barber.
Me.
I got quite proficient at boy's haircuts.
And fairly proud of myself.
We all know about pride, right.
After three sons, our family increased in size once more.
By a daughter.
A girl?
I should mention, here, that my sisters both knew how to do hair and fussy, 'pretty' stuff.
I had been raised in the barn.
With the horses.
And, for some reason, missed out on that talent.
Or interest.
I didn't realize my lack until the doctor laid my new daughter in my arms.
Holy Smoke!
My exact words.
It was then I realized that being born in the center of the family, with the boys, and spending all of my waking hours and no few of my sleeping ones in the barn, had ill-equipped me to deal with a girl.
I muddled through.
Fortunately, she mixed in with the boys as easily as her mother had.
And was gleaming bald till she was two.
That gave me time to work through some of my other inadequacies before I had to tackle the whole 'hair' problem.
But, finally, inevitably, the hair grew to a length that required either styling.
?????
Or cutting.
I opted for what I knew and fetched my scissors.
All was well.
Or so I thought.
At this point in time, our family was engaged in providing 'Family Dances'.
It was fun.
One evening, several young boys ran up to the booth and informed us, loudly, that our son had just gone into the girl's bathroom.
I stared at them.
We didn't have any of our sons with us.
And our daughter was . . .
Ah!
I learned to do hair.
And also to dress my daughter as a girl.
But that is another story.

8 comments:

  1. I'm sure she didn't suffer much.
    I have a picture of myself at two years of age...just a hint of fuzz on the scalp.

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    1. Oh, for those days. At my last appointment, I told my hairdresser just to buzz me. She looked at me in shock. I settled for just a hint of fuzz on top. Full circle!

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  2. The important thing is that you were resourceful, Diane! I'm sure your daughter got by wonderfully with your hair cuts! And most children don't care what their hair looks like till they reach elementary school! hee hee! Thanks for adding a line to my story, lady! I'm grateful! :)

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    1. I so love your visits, Bella! And you're right. My daughter thought it was funny (see the post by Dragon below . . .)

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  3. Nah, no suffering. We thought it was hilarious!

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    1. That's because you are a Saint and the most even-tempered person I know!

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  4. I cut my brother's hair and my nephews' hair. Unless they had something important to go to. Then I insisted they go to a barber.

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    1. That would have made my life so much less stressful!!! :)

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