I took the girls for a trim earlier in the week.
They usually hate going to the hair dressers, always having been obsessed with the idea of having incredibly long hair. They fear the shears and the snip, snip sound as hard won inches are cast to the floor. Despite the fact that them having long hair is a gigantic pain in the arse, always clogging up the hoover (I prefer to hoover their heads. Brushes are so 20th Century), and shedding everywhere, not to mention the nit problems, I am usually tolerant of their desires to have the smallest amount choppped off.
We went along and Tilly sat in the chair first. I expected her to say, just an inch please. Instead she held her hand to her shoulder and went: ‘Could you cut it to here please?’ The hairdresser and I were both stunned. She turned to me. I nodded, and off we went:
See the amount of hair on the floor? That’s enough to make a new child.
Then Tallulah hopped into the chair and said blithely: ‘I’ll have the same please!’
If anything, Tallulah’s is shorter, because her curls mean that her hair scrunches itself up. I have no picture of her in the chair, because Oscar was trying to work out the inner mechanisms of a humidifier at this point and my attention was elsewhere. I do have a picture of how much hair they shed between them though:
It’s a shame it’s not worth anything. I thought of trying to sell it on Ebay to a wig merchant, but it’s full of grass and jam and other horrible childlike things. I expect it wouldn’t be worth the effort to spin it into proper hair, or whatever wig makers do. My gran used to trim her hair and throw the ends out to the birds for nests. Using this idea we could supply a small bird housing estate.
In the end I left it to the hairdresser to dispose of. I didn’t think either Jason or the Dyson would thank me for wandering home with a carrier bag full of hair, which I would then undoubtedly put in a safe place, forget and then rediscover only when the children had decided to make themselves false beards to play spies with.
The girls look beautiful by the way. They always look beautiful. But they look especially cute with their newly shorn locks. Tallulah in particular, looks even more mischievous than usual.
God help me.
I throw our assorted hair clippings out for the birds, too!
That’s a lorra lorra hair, right there.
And someone who calls themselves ‘Hairy Farmer Family’ ought to know!!
I hope they find it much easier to brush now (as will you.
There’s an award for you over at my place.
Hairyfarmerfamily
It bloody is. Imagine the mornings of squawking about brushing that are now behind me. yay!
Mrs Jones
Thank you my lovely. I will post on it tomorrow.xxx
I’d love to see pictures of the girls? How old are they?
I’d love to see a picture of the girls; how old are they? I remember when my daughters had long hair. Recently I tried to comb my grandaughter’s hair–not all that long, but I wonder if her mother ever brushes or combs it? It was so snarly; I tried, apparently successfully since there was no crying, to get out the snarls without hurting her.
Slightly at a tangent…what DO hairdressers do with all the hair? is there a special type of wheelie bin issued only to hairdressers?
Surely the RSPB can’t take it all…
My girls both have dead straight fine hair, but they still whinge mightily, and we usually have to corner Alice to even get a brush near her
How brave of Tilly and Tallulah! I had my waist-length hair dropped very short when I was 13 and was told by the hairdresser that wig-makers bought it by weight and generally only if it was straight hair. I kept mine in a long plait in a box for ages before finally binning it. Within a year I was back to growing it again.
PS My Dad didn’t speak to me for days after I got home with my new look.
Or that could be cropped as opposed to dropped doh!
My DD used to have beautiful, shiny, light brown hair down to her waist. When she first decided to get it chopped to the shoulder, she went to a hairdressing school. The students all clamoured to be the lucky one to do the job. The gal who eventually cut it got to keep the shorn locks as practice hair for styling, apparently.
PS – DD’s hair is still beautiful, shiny and light brown. It’s just shorter (still shoulder-length) and now it’s layered all over. I suspect she’s growing it out again.
Cindy
Tilly will be eleven in a couple of weeks, Tallulah will be seven in about a month. I am not allowed to put pictures of the kids faces on my blog. I have been forbidden by my family. Bless them.
Charles
I have no idea what they do with it. They must have tonnes of the stuff at the end of the day. Maybe they sell it to Habitat to turn into sofas?
I think all children whinge about having their hair brushed, no matter what state it’s in. Just like they moan about having their noses blown. it is the law of small children.
Sharon
My dad was not happy that the girls had their hair short either. What is it about men preferring it? Perhaps it is because most of them are not brave enough to grow it long themselves!
Pinklea
That sounds like a sensible idea. Yes, maybe they bag up all the spare hair and sell it to training schools.