A tainted past of my mother's.
Mii grew up with Grandma B being the first in line hairdresser for all her hair trimming needs. Depending on the sucess, or more often, the failure rate, the salon is second in line. If this is not the worst, Aunt E somehow managed to get her hands on my mother's hair. In Great Grandma's kitchen, seated on a stool, draped with newspaper over her shoulders, Mii's long tresses were snipped bluntly to what was supposed to be a bob. With no shape and body Grandma B decided to try out her skills attempting a boy's cut. Failed big time. Salon came to the rescue, by which Mii looked like a pretty boy. The good that came out of it was the neighbouring boys - whom Mii has never spoken with all those years - started playing badminton with her. All because she looked like one of them.
This is the story behind why, other than my haircut at Fantastic Sams, I never had a second haircut. Mii is too cheapo to pay for another toddler cut when she believes if all i need is a fringe trim, she could do it. Yet she is reluctant to pick up the scissors. Neither does she allow Grandma B to do any snipping.
Looking forward to a
shaggy Christmas.
Not.
