A little nostalgia - nope, not a Shirley Temple lookalike. Mum was a hairdresser and used to perm my hair. I hated it, hurt like hell when it was combed. One day I decided to cut my fringe but it wasn't straight, so I carried on cutting til there was no fringe (bangs). I wasn't allowed to play with scissors after that.
posted by Pykspeeks Rides Again at 7/08/2005 09:09:00 pm
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One of my son's school pictures has a chunk of hair missing in front where he tried to cut it. Seems like every kid has to do that once.
I think mum scraped what was left of my hair up on to the top of my head and she stuck a stupid bow in it! I didn't actually get to have a haircut of my own choosing, again, until I was about 16 and went to a hairdresser in the town, coming out with a Dusty Springfield type bouffant hairdo!
My grandmother was always perming my mothers hair and she hated it....so she swore off ever trying to tell me what to do with my hair. But I still had a date with scissors once.....my brother did too, but he was the only red head in his mostly cuban grade school class, and he tried to blame the oprange hair clippings on another classmate.
So redheads have blonde moments, too??? :)
lol, indeed! but we get by with it easier because we're red heads ;P
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