Sunday, March 25, 2007
Light brown locks
My friend's daughter's daughter, who is 7, allowed me to cut her hair today. Quite an accomplishment apparently because she's refused to let it be cut until now. She'd agreed to let me do it last time she visited but time got away from us. By today, her hair was almost to her waist. The main motivator is that it often snarled or knotted, and as we girls can surely remember, it's ghastly to have knots brushed or combed out by insistent mothers.
When we began, as we were talking about how much to cut, her mom mentioned Locks of Love so we looked it up and learned that they require 10" and that anyone can do the cutting (whew) and that the clean hair needs to be sent in a plastic bag and can even be braided if one were so inclined. They welcome photos and notes from the donor, too, which sounds really nice! Ten inches turned out to be just the right amount, not too much and not too little. And I'm happy to say that the result is lovely. The front is slightly longer than the back and swings charmingly when she shakes her head. Plus, she can still tuck the front behind her ears, which she likes. And it will be much cooler in the summer. Of course, I saw places that could have used better technique, but I didn't want to keep snipping and shaping until it was half an inch long all over. (I still have bad memories of my mother cutting my bangs so short and straight that I wanted to hide under a table or, preferably, run away from home.) In the end, parents and grandparents were pleased and, best of all, she liked it a lot! A successful venture.
This was lots more fun than going to an office every morning; maybe I should think about a change of career, one I can do from home? Is there such a thing as a fifty-something coiffuriste?
When we began, as we were talking about how much to cut, her mom mentioned Locks of Love so we looked it up and learned that they require 10" and that anyone can do the cutting (whew) and that the clean hair needs to be sent in a plastic bag and can even be braided if one were so inclined. They welcome photos and notes from the donor, too, which sounds really nice! Ten inches turned out to be just the right amount, not too much and not too little. And I'm happy to say that the result is lovely. The front is slightly longer than the back and swings charmingly when she shakes her head. Plus, she can still tuck the front behind her ears, which she likes. And it will be much cooler in the summer. Of course, I saw places that could have used better technique, but I didn't want to keep snipping and shaping until it was half an inch long all over. (I still have bad memories of my mother cutting my bangs so short and straight that I wanted to hide under a table or, preferably, run away from home.) In the end, parents and grandparents were pleased and, best of all, she liked it a lot! A successful venture.
This was lots more fun than going to an office every morning; maybe I should think about a change of career, one I can do from home? Is there such a thing as a fifty-something coiffuriste?
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