Posts Tagged ‘hair’

Mhairy Christmas!

December 14, 2012

I wish I could claim credit for this idea.  Fainjin’s teacher showed me a picture the other day and was very excited when I said I would attempt it with Pearl.  She instantly went to her art supplies cupboard and found pipe-cleaners for me.  (This teacher has sons, but no daughters of her own to play with their hair).

Pearl’s own art box provided the red pompom and the eyes, which I hot-glued to hair-pins.  The whole effect was remarkably easy to achieve, and quick to put together.

Rudolph the red-nosed hair bun!

Rudolph the red-nosed hair bun!

People stopped her in the street to tell her how awesome her hairdo was!

People stopped her in the street to tell her how awesome her hairdo was!

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

Bound for adventure

September 3, 2012

Just a little while ago, we took Fainjin and Babess to get their hair cut.  Fainjin’s hair was cut quite short, and he looked very handsome indeed (not that I might have a bias, of course).

Fainjin has some awkward cowlicks – inherited from me, I’m afraid.  In particular, he has one at the front of each temple.  When he was a baby and his hair was just growing in, they made cute little spirals.

One week after his haircut, one of these cowlicks is making itself very obvious.  The hair has grown just long enough to stick straight up in a little tuft.

“Oh Fainjin!” I said when I noticed it.  “Perhaps we’ll have to go back to the hairdresser and see what they can do.”

“No, Mum!  I like it!  It makes me look like Tintin.”

Well, okay then.

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

Scruffy no more

October 11, 2011

Today we went as a family for haircuts.  We were all looking rather shaggy and scruffy, but we emerged a much tidier group.

Pearl and I just had the ends of our long hair tidied up, and The Dad and Fainjin needed a fair amount cut back to look neat and tidy again.

Babess hasn’t had (or needed) a trim since she first got her bob in July, and I was suprised to realise how long it had grown, nearly down to her shoulders.  The fringe (or as she says, “french”) had been annoying both of us for a while, she was constantly brushing it aside to keep it out of her eyes.  This morning she told her daycare teacher she was going for a haircut “because look at my french! [she’d hold it down] It’s in my face!”

She sat quietly still during the haircut, regarding the hairdresser with some suspicion but cooperating well.  When time came to cut the fringe, it had to be combed down in front of her eyes of course, and the poor hairdresser was most upset when Babess’ eyes filled with tears.  She didn’t say a word, or move, and was cheered up when we explained that very soon she wouldn’t have hair in her eyes any more.  It was soon done, the fringe suitably short and the bob back to just below her ears.

My goodness, that little girl is cute with short (and neat!) hair.  Not that I’m biassed, or anything.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

The haircut

July 29, 2011

Babess was adamant. I gave her every chance to back out, but “Short!” she said, so short she got – and she is happy with it.  I like it too, it really suits her and is super cute.

Short!

Her hair looks thicker already! And in front…

a fringe!

There’s a single long hair there… I must find it and trim it for her.

When I took Fainjin and Babess back to daycare from the hairdresser, Fainjin ran off to join his friends, but Babess sat down to have a snack.

Fainjin’s best friend came running up to see Babess, and declared that “She looks just like J” – one of the teachers, who indeed has a very similar hairstyle.

Babess looked steadily at him and said, “Now there can be two Js, can’t there?”

Still, and perhaps even more, a force to be reckoned with!

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

Long beautiful hair, shining, gleaming…

July 23, 2011

Babess was born with just enough hair that you could tell it was reddish.  It has been slow-growing, but now she has enough for two very cute pigtails, or a topknot, or even – if we’re both patient enough – two skinny plaits.

Plaiting Babess' hair, February 2011

She has only ever had a couple of haircuts, and the first time the hairdresser laughed at me for even bothering.  The second one (and possibly a third, if there was one) was just to tidy up the ends a little bit.

But now she doesn’t want pigtails any more.  She doesn’t like Mummy doing her hair in the morning.  She’s too busy for this nonsense.

“That’s fine,” I say, as I have said many times to Pearl before her.  “But if you won’t have your hair tied back and tidy, then it has to be cut short.”

This has always been too terrible a thought for Pearl to contemplate, she loves her long hair.  But Babess seized the idea.  “Yes!  I want it cut short!”  And she has repeated this wish a couple of times over the past week.

Fainjin needs a haircut fairly urgently, so a trip to the hairdresser is on the cards for next week.  Babess can come along, and if she still wants short hair, I guess we’ll cut it.  I know it will still look very cute, and she is very young and can grow more hair.

But still… sob!

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

More plaits

February 5, 2011

This week, she let me do both sides!

Now she looks even more like a miniature version of her big sister

Of course, she was sick of holding vaguely still by the time I’d finished, so I also have several photos that look like this:

Gotta go!

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

First plait

January 29, 2011

I’ve been eyeing Babess’ hair recently.  It looks long enough to be plaited, I reckon.  So this morning I convinced her to let me have a go:

please ignore the messy bedroom

It looked so sweet, and neat and tidy!  But she wouldn’t let me do the other side, so for the rest of the day looked a little odd.

please ignore the messy garden!

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

Baby pigtails

September 7, 2010

While Pearl complains bitterly about having her hair done every morning, Babess has started to ask to have hers done too.  I can’t plait hers, yet, but she can have little pigtails, and she looks super-cute with them.

So every morning she gets a couple of hair-ties from the top drawer in the bathroom vanity, and scampers up to stand on a kitchen chair while I pull her baby-fine hair into little bunches.

Then we have to go and admire her new look in the mirror.  The hair-ties almost never come home again from daycare, I suspect they disappear sometime before morning tea.  No problem.  Eventually we might run out of the baby-sized hair-ties, but I can get some more.

On Friday night, she decided she wanted her hair done again, and with all the hair-ties she could find.  She was quite a sight!

© UpsideBackwards 2010.


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