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    Friday
    Jan042013

    Stylin' grandsons

    When I was a child, I don't recall ever going to a salon to get my hair cut. My mom cut it. I had long, straight hair, so it was fairly easy to trim up here and there. None of the styling sessions stand out as memorable except for one particularly disastrous cut when I pleaded to have my hair cut like my favorite Liddle Kiddles doll. And my mom gave me exactly what I asked for.

    Thing is, there's a big difference between the (artificial) hair on Liddle Kiddles and the hair on my head. My wannabee fancy curls, meant to coil and curl gorgeously around my ears, instead looked like horrendous '70s sideburns that refused to coil, lying straight and flat against each cheek...except when the slightest breeze caught them and they flapped up and down no more gorgeously than mud flaps on a moving van.

    Surprisingly, that horrid haircut didn't dissuade me from cutting my three daughters' hair. I did, though, unlike my mother, have a minor amount of training in trimming locks, gleaned from my senior year in high school. Having earned all the academic credits I needed, I was allowed to participate in a certification program at the community college during my school hours. I chose a certificate in cosmetology over one in cuisine.

    I never actually continued in the program after high school graduation so I never earned my cosmetology license, but my training did come in handy for cutting my girls' hair. (And for once giving Jim a perm. Hey, it was the early '80s. But we won't go there for he might kill me. Nor will I show you the photo of such only because he'd surely kill me, not because I'm not dying to share it here now that it's crossed my mind and I know exactly where that photo is.)

    Anyway...

    So I cut my girls' hair for many years. They had a salon visit here and there, especially during the years I was a nail tech/seaweed wrap giver, but for the most part, I was their stylist. Even to this day, Brianna and Andrea will ask me at various times to trim up this and that for them between their visits to a real stylist. I don't cut Megan's hair at all anymore...and I certainly no longer cut—or perm—Jim's hair.

    My grandsons have had a different experience when it comes to haircuts. Perhaps it's a boy thing. Bubby once underwent a home haircut from Preston and his buddy Scott. And Mac suffered through a near shaving from Mommy for his first cut. But other than those two trimmings—or maybe because of those trimmings—Bubby and Mac always visit a salon for their hair snippin' and stylin'.

    I've been lucky to be in town to witness several haircuts with Bubby. A time or two, the salon visit was made into a guys' day out, as Bubby, Preston, and PawDad had their hair done together.

    My first time visiting the salon with Mac, though—who loathes having his hair cut—came only recently, during my December visit, when he and Bubby both hopped into the chairs at Supercuts. Here is my record of the experience:

     

    PawDad has yet to visit the salon with both grandsons. Maybe we'll be able to fit that in next time he goes to the desert with me.

    (And maybe we can convince Mac to get a perm with PawDad. Just for fun...and photos. And I'll be sure to share those photos here, the prospect of murder and mayhem inflicted by Jim be damned! Stay tuned.)

    Today's question:

    What is the worst haircut you ever received and who was responsible?

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    Aww...poor Mac! Tho' one of my fave pics is 'model' Bubby showing off his new do:)

    My Mom gave me the worst haircuts. Bless her heart, but she had no natural talent for cutting bangs and I have plenty of school pictures to prove it. As soon as I started working, I paid for my own trips to the salon.

    However, I was my own worst enemy when it came to color. Miss Clairol and I were bffs thru high school & college until I decided to revert the 'golden blonde' back to my natural mousy brown using 'ash brown' to do it. Ended up looking like Morticia from the Addams family with coal black hair and it took weeks to wash out. All known pics disposed of!

    Consequently, nobody touches my hair except a trained professional. I'll go without food, clothing, and shelter if I have to. Nothing like hair traumas of the past to shape the future. haha!

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterNonnieKelly

    SUCH cute pictures. I wonder why some kids hate getting their hair cut so much? But Bubby was a pro at it!

    I also had long hair with bangs, and my mother would put scotch tape across my bangs to (supposedly) make sure she cut them straight across. The problem with this is A) it assumes that my mother put the scotch tape on there straight to begin with (and the woman isn't exactly known for her attention to detail) and B) my hair has a LOT of curl in it so it always dried at different lengths. So having spent most of my childhood with crazy, uneven bangs, I pretty much break into hives at the any suggestion by my hairdresser that I would look cute with bangs. (shiver)

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterAmber

    Having my hair cut has never really produced much in the way of trauma but, like Nonnie Kelly, I still have nightmares from coloring catastrophes; the worst was during a period when my naturally red hair was continuously disguised into blonde. A new hair dresser overdid the ash thing and my hair became an un-glamerous Seaweed Green. Yuck, Yuck-tooie. Stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity.

    Maybe Mac will have a few more haircuts and realize his head actually stays attached to his neck and the neck to his shoulders; pictures he was sure they were all coming undone.
    Cute pictures, thanks for sharing the "Awful Experience".

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterAnn

    Thanks for posting those very cute pictures...they reminded me of the times I took my little boy for his haircuts!

    My worst hair experience was in the 80's too......perms were the "in" thing and we didn't have alot of money back then so I had a perm done at a local beauty school. Needless to say it didn't turn out well......nothing against beauty schools but I never had a perm done at one again.

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterDebbie E.

    Oh, I forgot to mention how much I love the pic of you and your sister....you had a look of deep reflection!

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterDebbie E.

    What a coincidence - I posted about my daughter's recent haircut today. I always cut my husband's and sons' hair. I will trim hers, but she wanted layers this time, so I took her to a salon.

    Bubby and Mac look so cute sitting in those big chairs!

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterGinger Kay

    My mother! My mother! My mother! These pictures remind me so much of when my two boys were about this age and I'd watch them both in the barber's chair. The most vivid memory was once when my youngest, Matthew, fell asleep in the chair he was so relaxed and loving it (probably 4 years old) and his older brother, Jeff, seated right next to him, had a screwed up face, squinting and squirming and hating every hair that was itching his neck. One so fastidious (still that way today in his 20s) and one carefree. And back then we, or at least, I, didn't have my camera with me all the time but oh how I have wished I had caught that moment. Guess it will have to suffice to float in my memory.
    What adorable grandsons yours are!

    January 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterBarbara

    The pictures of the boys are so sweet! And that picture of you and your sister kind of takes me back to my own childhood.
    I don't have any bad hair CUT stories but I do remember one really bad hair nightmare. Like you I had very long straight hair. My mother put those pink Spongie Curlers in my weet hair and put me to bed with one of those bonnet hairdryers on my head -- the kind that used to come in what looked like a carry on luggage. I kept telling her it was to hot! When I finally got her to believe me and take the dryer off -- I had 2 melted curlers in my hair. Yes mom -- it was too hot! I was 10 and I wouldn't let her cut them out. I stood in front of the mirror for a couple of hours carefully pulling away each strand of hair.

    January 5, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Kc
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