When my first baby began to crawl and pull at things, I quickly realized that my long hair needed to go. Time after time the tiny little peanut had all but ripped chunks of it out while nursing, and although I loved it, I knew my long locks had met their match. In high school and college I cut my own hair most of the time, kind of like a hobby. I did my mom’s on several occasions and always colored her hair. So, taking off a few inches while the baby napped seemed easy enough. I grabbed my hair scissors and decided to get busy.
I took about two inches off my hair on both sides and came to a place in which I needed some assistance. I couldn’t seem to get the back straight; regardless of what position I put the mirror in or how I cut it. This is when somewhere in my brain I decided it was a good idea to ask my husband for assistance with my little project. I gave him what seemed like simple instructions to basically cut in a straight line across the back of my head. Somehow, after messing with it for what seemed like eternity, he spun me around to view his handiwork only. It was then that I realized that he literally had bushwhacked my hair!
The back was now a good two inches shorter than the sides, now equivalent with the middle of my earlobe. Bless his heart, as I had no idea how he thought this was a good plan, but my heart began to race as I realized how ridiculous this was destined to look. A quick call to my dear friend was answered by her timely arrival to rectify the situation, however, between everyone’s laughing and crying at the mess, the end result was truly mortifying. By the time she went home my precious long locks were at thing of the past and I was now the proud owner of a pixie cut. Note to self, never let the untrained husband or best friend take a turn with the scissors on your hair!
Of course, as you can see, I have decided to keep this style – it’s “grown” on me LOL
Going to prom was one of the most exciting things to do when I was in high school. I can remember going to the local bridal boutique to pick from their vast array of dresses and hitting the mall for accessories to match. It was truly a joy that I looked forward to experiencing with my own daughter. Imagine my excitement then when my daughter was asked to the senior prom at a local high school. I couldn’t wait to get our shopping on!! Funny thing though, today’s dresses are not only cost twice the money, but come with less fabric!
Three days into our shopping adventure, my daughter and I both were trashed. We had hit the local shops in town only to find dresses ticketed double the price as the ones in the mall. The ones in the mall were so revealing that tape would be required to keep her boobs actually in the dress or they had a back “V” that lead the eyes to places not to be flashed around freely on the dance floor. Overwhelmed and ready to give in, we decided to hit one last store an hour from home. Within minutes of arrival we found a gorgeously designed gown that looked as if it was made for her, however, it was the worst possible color! It was like a dirty brown, or as we called it “the poop dress”.
The sales person confirmed our worst fears, the dress was only available in “poop” color, or we could wait a month for the right color to be delivered. Sadly, we loaded up and headed home feeling defeated. As we entered our neighborhood and were driveway bound, my cell phone rang. It was the sales person from the store. Apparently, they had just received an unexpected shipment of dresses and within it was THE dress, only in watermelon instead of poop! We quickly turned ourselves around and headed back to snatch up a watermelon! As we headed back down the street, my daughter said as serious as can be “I’d much rather be a watermelon than a piece of poop!” Who could blame her!!
There is a saying that proclaims, “great minds think alike”. This couldn’t possibly have been truer than when my childhood best friend and I decided to take our families camping together. The weather was a bit chilly, but not really too terribly cold so I decided to pack just one long sleeve t-shirt and the rest my comfy cotton short sleeved. An unexpected cold front hit the campground one night as we slept and we awoke to a chilly morning. We moms took of to hit the showers, leaving the dads to feed the masses. My friend and I snatched up two different sides of the bathroom to shower and get ready in. Imagine our great surprise to come around the corner and discover that we had on exactly the same outfit!
At the time we lived an hour apart and we rarely had the opportunity to spend time together, hence the camping trip. Neither of us had a clue that the other one had purchased the identical shirt. The sad part was that it was so cold and neither one of us actually brought a second long sleeve shirt! We vowed to stay at the campground that day as to not be spotted in town dressed like bizarre twins, as we already had similar features and almost identical eyeglasses. As it was, the campground host had already asked us when we arrived if we were sisters. Our plan was met with success, well, that is until suppertime when my middle child took a nasty spill on his bicycle that required a trip to the emergency room. Can you guess who had to take him?