Friday, April 15, 2016

Haircuts

For me, haircuts have always been sort of a pain. As a kid I remember getting my hair cut only once a year, somewhere around the beginning of summer, and a buzz cut. Don't get me wrong, I liked the buzz look. I used to stay outside so long in summer my hair would get bleached. As I got older, around 8th grade, I went from the part on one side to center parting, eventually losing my glasses for contacts, finally getting away from that true "dork" look. Braces, believe it or not, helped as well. Post high school I flirted with the longer look but never really did have the patience to keep it very long and eventually went back to the short style, keeping it until grad school when I decided to not cut it at all for a full year. Once my was longer-ish it stayed that way till after YB and I married. For a while I was happy with the styles I had. It seemed the only people who did a great job could not speak english. YB had to talk to them for me. Needless to say that didn't last long either. Until a few months ago I'd basically given up and gone back to the short messy look when I happened to see the new stylist/barber in our new area who does a great job.

The whole point to this is not the history of my hair, but the pursuit of seeking a good style and someone who can cut it the way you like. G gets his hair cut at a local Korean barber and he looks fantastic. YB went out the other week and got her styled in an outstanding way...drives me crazy every day. So naturally, Z, not to be left out of anything, wanted to get her hair cut. To be honest, YB's been working on letting Z's hair grow just so Z would have enough hair to trim and style. Until YB got her hair styled Z hadn't said anything. But after YB's awesome do Z talked non-stop, "I need a haircut!" She would not let YB put her hair in a pony tail/sprig thing anymore and, after a few days of constantly pulling out such style, YB noticed Z liked her hair down, just like YB's new style.

Like mother like daughter.

Without further adieu, YB and I took Z to the mall, marched into Cartoon Cuts and sat Z down in a chair where she watched part of Thomas and Friends while the barber/stylist cut her hair as similar to YB's as she could. She is now a very happy girl, looking just like momma and hopefully learning YB's sense of style and ability to choose the right paths in life.

2 comments:

Aunt Mary said...

Two things:

Z got a hair cut and no picture to show for it? C'mon, now! That's a MAJOR break of the rules!

You got your hair cut probably every couple of months as a kid. How do I know? You got your first haircut at a barber shop on Thurston Road, probably around 2 y.o. Dad took you. I think, if I remember correctly, he sat you on his lap and the barber did the job. After that, I did it. 2 boys and a man, one evening every couple of months. Saved us some bucks. I must've traumatized you for you not to remember. ;)

Aunt Mary said...

Oh, and it occurs to me I'd like to see YB's haircut. It's the 2nd time you've mentioned it recently. So, now I'm curious. :)

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