“HEY EVERYONE! I GOT A HAIR CUT!”
posted Monday April 12th, 2010
Sophie got a haircut Saturday.
Normally a haircut is not cause for bells and whistles (she needs frequent bang trims) but this time I let the girl at Supercuts whack a few inches off the bottom. (We’d been waiting for well over an hour, I figured we might as well make it time well spent. As for the bang part — well, they’ll grow out. Sigh. Supercuts is not.)
Sophie was thrilled, not only because it means no more rat’s nest in the back (at least, so far it hasn’t) but because People Notice. I remember that feeling. In fact, I so craved it as a kid I wound up with several unfortunate hair dos (hair don’ts, rather), including the worst, the Dorothy Hamill.
Not the kind of attention you want to get, trust me.
So we’ve kept the hair pretty Plain Jane with this generation. Annabelle knows — because I learned the hard way — that her waves won’t work well in bangs. There will be no feathering (or attempts) for anyone, not as long as I have anything to say about it.
That’s okay. Sophie’s getting plenty of mileage out of her cut.
Last night we had dinner with my father, who of course didn’t initially notice Sophie’s hair (hard to see it past the Blackberry, you know?) so I motioned behind her head, mimicking scissors, and he made a great show of “noticing” and telling her how great she looked.
Sophie practically vibrated, she was so excited.
This morning we were a little late to school (again) so I walked Sophie to her classroom and she asked for help with the heavy door. I opened it and instead of begging for yet another hug, she raced in, announcing, “HEY EVERYONE! I GOT A HAIR CUT!”
I can’t wait til tonight, when she’ll tell me all about the reaction.
When I was not very much older than Sophie, just before Easter, I found a pair of scissors and decided to give myself a bang trim.
Yep. I had to wear a really big hat to Easter services. One that hid my entire forehead, which was totally bare of hair because my bangs were about a half inch long.
Feel fortunate that Supercuts was at least competent enough to leave Sophie with adorable bangs, and DON’T TELL HER THIS STORY!
She looks mahvelous! We are attempting to consider the same but it is hard to give up the length I find. And she is phobic about hair cuts….
Oh yes, we’ve been there! Sophie gave herself a little trim on the day after Christmas, two years ago. And when we got home from Supercuts she asked to do my hair and I handed her a brush and she requested scissors. We keep them under lock and key! My little sister once put her hair in pink sponge rollers then cut the rollers out. Whoops. Thank goodness for the Easter Bonnet, huh?
She looks angelic and just a bit naughty at the same time–love her!!
Love it!
And oh yes, the pride feeling. I remember it well. I’m sure there were many times everyone “noticed” my haircut because it was horrific, but that is the beauty of childhood, that I never knew this.
Also, I love the image of Sophie being so excited she vibrates. That is so perfect.
PS. Can Sophie tutor Leo on the art of GETTING a haircut? Thanks.
Aw, she looks cuter than anything. It’s a great haircut, just for bringing out that wonderful smile.
She is so cute. I also had an unfortunate Dorothy Hammil that went a little too short and caused one of the girls in my class to call me a boy (sob).
She looks mahvelous! We are attempting to consider the same but it is hard to give up the length I find. And she is phobic about hair cuts….