For those of you who were blessed with natural curls, I envy you. Yeah, I know, you hate them. But believe me, spending at least 15 minutes manipulating a curling iron every morning is no picnic, either. And perms, well I used to do that but still ended up with the same 15 minutes to get all those waves to go in the correct direction. (In the photo below (1980's?)my BIL is the victim of my scissors.)
When Athena and Eris were growing up I kept their hair short as well. They both experimented with longer tresses in high school but chopped it off shortly after the children started arriving.
Getting a first haircut can be traumatic, mostly for the parents. The first time I cut off Bubba's curls we all got emotional. Suddenly he looked so much older.
Jubee got a haircut when she tried to trim her own bangs.
But the best haircut of all was two years ago when Little Ms. Eris gave herself the mother-of-all-cuts, a big hunk nearly to the skin right behind her ear. There were lots of tears shed that day by Eris, Little Ms. and even the neighbor/beautician that was asked to repair the damage. (Before and after photos are below.)
Ever since then both Little and Littlest have had fairly short hair, a style that I totally adore. But I do miss the little braids and ribbons that I used to put in their hair on Grandma days.
$1.95 (includes a paper dollar. Yay!)
Update: Requested photo at the Shooting Blog.