Oct. 17, 2006 - Tuesday narrative
Thanks to everyone who commented about my feet and my shoes. Sometimes that stuff just matters, ya know? You simply have to talk about your big feet or whatever.
Major anxiety at the hair salon today. And I wasn't even sitting in the chair. Grace got her hair cut. Really, really cut. It was well past her shoulders and now it's just below her ears. Oh, it's so cute. I hope it was what she wanted. She had lots of ideas from magazines, but I tried to explain to her that those styles were either for really straight hair like Mommy's or for someone who was going to spend 25 minutes styling it each day. One of the main reasons she wanted to cut it was because we were constantly doing battle over brushing her hair. It's wavy/curly and 10 minutes after we brushed it, looked raggedy. She never wanted me to put it in braids or ponytails, so there was always this scraggly mop on her head.
The stylist was very good about explaining what her hair could and could not do. Grace was perfectly calm about it and I was trying not to break out in hives. I have some bad haircut issues from my youth that resurface from time to time. My paternal grandmother was a "beautician". She lived in Illinois and whenever we saw her, she would do something to my hair. She gave me a perm when I was 4. I was pretty much bald till I was nearly 2 and didn't have a whole lot more hair at 4. I can't even imagine what kind of toxic chemicals were in perms in 1974. It's a wonder what little hair I had didn't fall out. At age 6, she gave me a "pixie cut". My cousin immediately shrieked "You look like a boy!" and I didn't get my hair cut for another 8 years. She would still try to put it in curlers and I can remember sitting in the chair for what seemed like hours while everyone else got to watch TV and if I tried to turn my head just a little to see "Little House on the Prairie" she'd yank my head back straight and order me to sit still. And to think, she was my "fun grandma".
We stopped by Barnes and Noble to look for something interesting to read for history, but didn't find anything good. Somehow, I bought a knitting magazine. A quick trip into Old Navy turned into an extended dressing room session. I just love their sales. Shirts for 97 cents? One time I went in there and they'd just put out a whole table of girl's long sleeved cotton shirt for...47 cents!! I bought 18 of them, in every color and two sizes. That is the only store that I have that kind of luck.
Before the hair cut, we also went to the library, the furniture store, and roller skating. It's been that kind of day. DH told me last night that we can buy new living room furniture. I almost can't breathe when I think about it. My sofas are so gross. I'm embarrassed to look at them. (Man, but they are comfy, if you don't mind not being able to get up out of them what with the broken back support and 2 x 4's pounded under them as ersatz legs.) I've lived with these vile things for so long, I forgot what regular furniture looks like. It's pretty, let me tell you. How will I ever choose?
Comments
Oct. 18, 2006 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Anonymous
Ah yes, I've had my share of bad haircuts too. My mom used to cut it... but some were self inflicted as a teenager. When I look back I wonder what the hell I was thinking. Greg cuts the boys hair. =)
~Faith
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