Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow- Part II (October 2013)

When I was about three years old,

I suddenly grew a head full of gorgeous

long, straight, blonde hair.

Throughout my younger years

I always wanted to cut my hair,

which my mom firmly discouraged me from doing.

(love you, mom!)

She always told me that my hair was my 

"crowning glory"

and kept a pretty tight reign on things...

Until

 I got old enough to start making my own decisions,

and in true fashion of wanting what you don't have,

I spent a lot of years 

perming, dying, bleaching, 

curling, straightening and cutting my hair

(until about 4 years ago,

when I decided that I liked my head full of 

long, straight, blonde hair).

So when my little, bald, firstborn

sprouted a head full of thick, beautiful, blonde hair;

I felt pretty good about my genetics on display.

But then one day 

she came to me 

and said she wanted to cut her hair "short".

Suddenly I had flashbacks 

of my mom's "discouragement" of haircuts,

and finally understood 

where my mom had been coming from. 

However,

having been on the other side of "hair oppression",

I felt it my obligation to foster her feelings of independence concerning her hair,

much to my dismay.

Luckily,

my little sister is a Cosmetologist

and if anyone was more hesitant 

about cutting Hazel's hair than me,

it was her.

I knew I could trust her to be conservative,

while still allowing Hazel to flex her autonomy.

And so,

we made a trip to Dexterity

so that Hazel could get her hair cut "just like Suzi's"

(a blunt, shoulder-length cut).

Of course we had to make a day of it

by stopping at the Disney Store first.

 Before:

 After:

While she looks darling with her shorter 'do',

I can now happily report 

that Hazel is ready to grow her hair long again.