Business in the front, party in the back

Some things should be left to the professionals. I don't believe in do-it-yourself plumbing or fixing the motherboard of my laptop when it dies. So why did I think I could cut darling daughter's hair?

For weeks, if not months, I've been threatening to cut her hair, much to dear husband's chagrin. She was developing a serious mullet. Regardless if a mullet is on a hockey player, an aging 80's rocker or a toddler, they aren't cute. I should point out that dear husband doesn't like mullets. He just doesn't like the concept of cutting darling daughter's hair. I had to promise him that I'd save her hair clippings from her first official hair cut.

When she woke up from her afternoon nap, my tolerance for the mullet had reach its breaking point. I hate to say this, but the back of her hair looked like a straggly, nasty, matted rat's nest. It was horrible. To put the mullet out of its misery, I got out the scissors, wet down her hair and snipped. Well, I think I may have snipped a little too much. It isn't even in places and it sure in heck could be styled a bit better, but at least the mullet is gone. She kind of looks boyish, so I'll be dressing her in pink for the next week or two. And maybe if I'm lucky, she'll tolerate a hair clip. At least her hair is all business now. No party in the back to be found. Thank God. No way around it, mullets are horrible.

A new twist on the phrase "having a bad hair day"

I often have bad hair days. It is common with my thick, curly hair. When I was a kid I wished I had straight-as-a-board hair. Not much has changed in 30 odd years as I still wish I had straight hair. Yes, curls can be sweet when you are five. Not so sweet when as an adult you have invested money in every hair serum and defrizzer on the market.

Today I caught a bit of a segment on Steven & Chris. A hair stylist was showing how you can resurrect old hair appliances such as hot rollers. The stylist twisted sections of hair into semi tight ropes, wrapped them around rollers and the hair was held in place by hair clips. The result is softer, wavier curls. In fact, the stylist said this technique gives a more dishevelled, organic look.

Dishevelled and organic? I thought. That describes my hair to a T!

Like twisting hair in semi tight rope, I could certainly spin the phrase "having a bad hair day" into something more palatable to my mind. Since dishevelled hair essentially means organic hair and organic means good and healthy, then having a bad hair day is a good thing, not necessarily a bad thing. Yes, so my hair can look like a frizzy mop and I could proudly say to anyone who questioned my hair style that my hair is organic. And I couldn't get any flack because organic is good. Yes, I can see this working. Maybe not to the point where I wouldn't have to invest any more money into hair creams and defrizzer serum, but enough to ease my mind when I'm having a bad hair day.