The Hair Stylist

When Mimi was about three or four years old, I found her hiding in her closet with a pair of purloined scissors in one hand and a hank of bright red hair in the other.  My little girl was terribly pleased with her new found hair-stylist abilities…at least until she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Despite my shock, I realized I couldn’t have come up with a better punishment than letting my vain child live with her bedraggled new hairdo for a few hours. I even managed to find my sense of humor about the whole situation by just thinking of the devastation of Mimi’s tear-stained face when she looked at the results of her efforts.  To my relief, I found that Mimi learned her lesson well and didn’t touch her hair again for years. 

Of course, by the time my contrary daughter hit her teens, she had decided that nobody was allowed to touch her shiny red tresses except for herself.  (To be fair, all it took was a couple of bad haircuts at the salon.  Who let’s someone walk out with visibly uneven hair anyways?)  I chose to let her do her own styling.  After all, she wasn’t begging for tattoos, green hair or multiple piercings.  I suppose after a few years of this, she has decided that she is an expert.  So did someone else.

When I came home from work yesterday, I found my mom seated in a chair in the middle of the front room.  Mimi was right up behind her with a pair of scissors trying to fix the uneven mess that had resulted from Mom’s self-inflicted haircut. 

I just hope Mom didn’t have to hide in the closet to do it…




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20 Responses to The Hair Stylist

  1. Hilary says:

    Good for Mimi. If she managed your mother’s hair as well as she appears to do with her own, that will make two happy customers. You’re next!

  2. Patsy (mom) says:

    Hey, I was a paying customer, so of course I expected a great job and she did a great do for me. And you with your sneaky camera! Bad Girl!

  3. Lynne says:

    A career in the making here!

  4. Julie M. says:

    She looks like she was doing a good job in those pictures! How did it turn out? I cut my three boys hair and I have to say I’m definitely no expert. They’re young though and it saves me a ton of money not having to go to the barbershop.

    • Susie says:

      I couldn’t cut a staight line to save my life…or the cute looks of my kids! I always had to take them in. Well, at least until Mimi started doing it herself!

  5. Jenny says:

    That is soooo cute! Your mom being so patient and trusting, Mimi concentrating so hard! And what a beautiful head of red hair! She is a beauty … and a brave one at that! Your mom looks like she’s a great sport. Good for her.

  6. Lauren says:

    She looks so in control! At least she’s confident! That esteem can go a long way no matter what she does. That’s a great trait for her to have already developed. Lord knows, when I was that age I had the self-esteem of Eyore, and that wasn’t pretty.

  7. When you have good hair you can have a home haircut. My hair? Is best left to the professionals.

    That is some gorgeous red hair.

    • Susie says:

      Not me…I’ve got that fine, wimply flyaway stuff. Both girls lucked out with their dad’s hair. Hopefully it won’t fall out in a few years!

  8. Choochoo says:

    when I was a kid, I briefly wanted to be a hairdresser/rock star. It didn’t really pan out and that’s probably just as well.

  9. Pamela says:

    lucky grandma.
    I love the color of your daughters hair. beautiful.

    All my girls had a scissors moment when they were little. It must be a rite of passage.

  10. Yenta Mary says:

    Oh, my gosh, Mimi’s hair is GORGEOUS!!! I have to pay for my red hair … 🙁

  11. Leanne says:

    Great story (and Ms. Mimi has GORGEOUS hair!!!) I think I secretly want to be a red head – but can’t quite make the change!!!!

    Grandma is a brave soul, huh???

    Thanks for the comment on my blog!! I’m a follower of yours now …. I’ll be back!!!!

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