I’ve been cutting Travis’ hair for several years now. Not with the kind of regularity that’s best for short men’s hair, but it’s nice because it saves us money, is bonding since he has to trust me with scissors and best of all he flirts with me while I work.
The kids and I however, have always had Kenzo cut our hair. I don’t trust anyone else with my hair. Or the kids’ hair. Obviously, there is a problem. He is in Houston and we are not. While I have yet to find anyone here to cut my hair and touch up the highlights, I did decide to bite the bullet and cut Thomas and Sadie’s hair myself.
I went to Sally’s Beauty Supply and got some new scissors and a purple cape. I sat Sadie on a chair in the kitchen. She told me she only wanted a super tiny amount cut because she’s growing it down to the floor. Or something like that. I should have known at that point that she might not exactly be smiling at the end of the haircut. I did the best I could, but I haven’t quite figured out the whole holding-the-scissors-while-holding-a-comb-while-not-cutting-the-fingers-off thing. So I cut off about an inch.
“It looks so short.”
“I know honey but I did the best I could. It’s still really long.”
“I wish it wasn’t so short. I want it past my shoulders.”
“It is past your shoulders.” And it is. In fact, it’s down to her her shoulder blades in the back, but the front is tapered from the time a few years ago when she had bangs. Bangs take time to grow out, as all girls must learn.
I started having a flashback to my childhood. As a girl I loved to do hair. Ponytails, pigtails, ribbons, little pony barrettes, and braided creations fascinated me. And bonus! I had a little sister- my own personal barbie doll head. Except she didn’t really see it that way. After a mere 20 minutes of sitting in front of the mirror, she would start complaining and pulling out all the pretty bubble-gum holders and crying if they were a little tangled.
I don’t know if I’ve ever really gotten over that. And I don’t know if she has either.
And I really don’t want to have any hair trauma around here. So Travis and I have always allowed the kids to have whatever style or length of hair they want. So far, so good.
Sadie is now fine with her hair, and I think I managed to get it even.
Next up was Thomas. I was really worried about how it might go, since his hair is layered and thick. And gorgeous! But it was looking pretty shaggy after a butchering from the lady at Hair Cuttery, which I do not recommend. And as I hadn’t found anyone I felt comfortable with, I jumped in and did it. And yes, I do have a few control issues but we aren’t talking about that now.
Here is Thomas’ before and after:
I think Kenzo would be proud of me!