A couple weeks ago, I trimmed Berkeley’s hair. Because her hair is still very thin, it gets very straggly when it is longer. After I took off a couple inches, it was much bouncier and curlier, and it even looks a lot thicker. Even though she had been asking for a haircut for weeks, as I was cutting her hair, she kept saying, “I’m not gonna like it, Mom. I can just tell.” Fortunately, when I finished and let her look in the mirror, she got a huge grin on her face and said, “I DO love it!”
Kendall’s hair is much different than Berkeley’s and I rarely trust myself cutting it anymore. And despite Patrick’s offers to cut my hair in return for me cutting his, I’ve never been brave enough (or stupid enough) to take him up on it. So on Saturday, Kendall and I went to get mother/daughter haircuts. I’m too cheap to have Kendall’s hair cut at my salon, so we took her to Great Clips. She was a little apprehensive because she told the lady that she liked her hair the way it was. But when it was all done, she was very happy with the results.
Then it was my turn. We had a little time to kill before my appointment, so we made a pit stop at Dean & Deluca (and sampled the chocolate babka) and then headed over to my salon. With a picture in hand, I walked over to the chair and told my stylist to make me look like Jenna.
I told her that I was not afraid of having some bangs cut and as soon as the words came out, I knew I was lying. But I tried to stay strong and embraced change—I haven’t had bangs since high school! In the end, I think she did a pretty good job making me look like the picture. Do you think I should have gone blonde too? (Oh, can you even imagine?)
(To my stylist’s credit, she actually styled my bangs to look more like the picture. She said it looked great, but I’m sorry—I could NOT pull it off. I restyled it to be a little less bangalicious.)
We all know that I’m too lazy to blow out and straighten my hair every day. The reason I felt good about choosing this hairstyle is that I know that sometimes she wears her hair curly. Not that my curls will ever be this soft and playful, but a girl can dream, right?