DAY FIFTEEN: Now, I am a stylist

Immediately after posting yesterday's blog, my oldest daughter ran up to me and asked if, since we didn't have the money to go to an actual salon, I would cut her hair.

Now, I cut my own hair, using a trimmer, but I used to do it with scissors.  That was before an unfortunate incident with a broken light fixture that left me with an index finger that has no feeling.  It took me bleeding from the scissors cutting the numb finger to decide it was time for a change. 

I have also cut my oldest's hair when she got gum in it for the third time- and that time it was really in there.  But this was different, this was for stylistic purposes.  And Leslie has curly hair.

After much convincing, and numerous pitiful looks from her, I gave in.  I psyched myself up as much as I could, grabbed the scissors and comb, and went to town.

Whew.  Well, that was done.  And a pile of hair lay on the floor and a smile rested on the face of my child.  Mission Accomplished.

Then the youngest, whose hair was down past her waist and had never had a haircut of any significance approached.  If Leslie is good at the pouty face, Kenna is the master.  I really didn't want to do it, but I gave in, because, let's face it, they have me right where they want me.

I attempted to cut Kenna's hair the same way, using the dry cut method, even though she is less curly than Leslie.  I pony-tailed it up, and cut. 

Shorter than I intended and Kristin and I had agreed upon.

"Well, can't turn back now, so make it stylish," I thought.  As if I was capable.  But, all in all, it came out well, I think.

Of course, I'd just cut the hair in the pictures, but styled the next day, they look great!

As for work stuff, today Kristin learned she does in fact have to take a Music Certification test to get the Music job.  If she can get it done before July, she has a good shot at it, but we are both a little antsy about waiting that long.  But the best thing that came out of learning this is that Kristin has a big fan in the principal- that can't hurt.

I got some writing done on my much neglected other, more spiritual themed blog- Boredoflesserthings.blogspot.com  as well as cleaned up our bathroom.  I'm kinda running out of rooms to clean.  I have a light fixture that needs to be put up in the girls bathroom, but it's more involved than simply wiring it in and screwing it to the wall.

Plus, I'm a little skittish with light fixtures after the aforementioned finger incident- as well as several unmentioned run-ins with Christmas lights.

Getting shocked is a weird feeling, and I am not excited about repeating it.  Again.