First I discovered the chunks of blonde locks on the floor of Liesel's room. A quick forensic analysis told me this was Liesel's hair and not Ireland's. Then I took a closer look at my eldest daughter, who up till now I had passed in the hallway, bleary-eyed from a not-so-sound night of sleep. My suspicions were confirmed. Liesel had gotten out of bed early, gone into the kitchen, climbed onto the counter so she could reach the kitchen shears (magnetically attached to the side of the fridge), snuck them back to her room, and boldly charged down the road to becoming the next Vidal Sassoon. Because Liesel's hair is so much thinner than Ireland's, it was beyond repair. There was no way to just taper this in. Her flowing golden hair would need to be completely cut off.
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I couldn't find a filter to make this look any better. |
I called my Aveda salon and left a message explaining what Liesel had done and asking to be squeezed in right away. Then I called Liesel's school to let them know that until she was presentable again, she wouldn't be coming to class. The salon called back and an all too amused woman booked us for the earliest appointment available. When I thanked her she chirped, "It happens!"
Liesel's stylist spotted her right away and said, "So you decided to have some fun this morning, eh?" At some point in my grown up life I told myself I would never cry over a haircut unless it was necessitated by chemotherapy. Hair grows back and there are bigger travesties in life to spend tears on. However, as I saw Liesel's lovely hair fall to the floor I hate to admit I choked back emotion. All in all it was 10 inches. I have to hand it to them, everyone at the salon was extremely calm and kind about the whole thing. In the end, they made it such a positive experience I'm honestly a little concerned Liesel will try it again just to go back.
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This is just the first pass to get the main part. Much, much more was cut off. |
Even though I was still fuming over the whole debacle, Liesel immediately embraced her new haircut. She likes how it "swings" and how she can jump around and let it fly, only to have it fall right back where it was when she's still. She excitedly tucks it behind her ears and tells me she's okay if people call her "cute" instead of "beautiful". The kitchen shears are now on top of the china cabinet and Ireland has been told to scream bloody murder if Liesel tries to cut her hair.
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The new bob. |
I know Liesel is not the first, nor will she be the last, little girl to cut her hair. Nonetheless, it's still a bit hard for me to look at her and think of all the adorable hairstyles I used to do and how that era is over. Oh Liesel, what are we gonna do with you?