For her next expression of personal style, at first Phoenix wanted to do some purple. Then while we were saving up for that, she decided she didn’t enjoy the dyeing process much (I don’t blame her!). We mustered our hair-stylist friend and Ralph’s partner musician H. who came over and cut the girl’s hair (Ralph’s too, which is looking sharp by the way). Sorry for the extra-dark pictures. Mobile phone at night, because late late night is the best time for haircuts!
We asked my daughter if we could take a picture part-way through, since we loved the little fringe in front and a long braid in the back:
Phoenix let us, and agreed it was a “cute” look, but wasn’t swayed from her original vision: all of her hair at 3/8″.
I told Phoenix the neighbor boys might give her shit, and taunt her that she looks like a boy. She said, “I know, I planned it that way. I get to look like a boy and be a girl.”
So, seriously, I have the best little roomates ever. Oh and P.S., as for our living-room stylist, I love supporting the under-employed right now, because it sure is happening around us a lot.
The hair ROCKS! Seriously. I had hair that short for – oh, I don’t know, let’s just say a good portion of my adult life. I got it cut off when I was 16 because I’d seen a cool model with super-short hair and thought it was cool. Everyone else thought it was because of Annie Lennox or Sinead O’Connor but it wasn’t. I loved it but found immediately that sunblock on the scalp was something I couldn’t go without, and on top of the ears, as well. Or a bandana. The problem with the bandana, though, is that people think you have lost your hair from chemo treatments. I had several strangers ask me if I had cancer, simply because I was catching the bus at a stop across from a hospital and had my short hair. Oh well. Phoenix will totally love it and people will want to pet her head, which she might not love. People did that to me, anyway. A few people said I looked like a boy, but they were little kids and it’s easier to deal with that kind of honest comment then the snarky adult ones I got. Makes me wish I still looked cute with hair that short….
I love this! I totes agree with your daughter.
That previous post we both read really had me noticing a hang-up I wasn’t aware of. Frankly, I was surprised I had the hang-up since I had every color under the sun and moon as a tween & teen, along with styles and cuts fanciful and sublime. It was the 80s and hair was self-expression.
So, why was I feeling controlling over my sons’ hair? I don’t know, but I’m glad I’ve gotten over it before they decide they want to do something expressive.
Now, to convince my husband that our parental input ends not only at their skin, but also at the tips of their curly locks.
So today the kids and I went to my mom’s and Phoenix said, “Grandma, don’t pull my hat off.” When my mom did she was SO SURPRISED and made the best face ever and all four of us laughed our asses off. Also a friend of the family said, “Where’s your sister?” to Nels and Phoenix said, “I’m right here!” from her two feet away. It has been hilarious times!
“Phoenix will totally love it and people will want to pet her head, which she might not love.”
No one tried this today (I don’t think); I’m going to ask her how she’ll handle it, if anyone does! And I say, everyone looks cute with a shaved noggin’!
That blog post you are talking about was great. I am going to share it in my next Friday links!