Fred ,'Smile Time'
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My two sisters and I had long hair which ranged from wavy to curly. More than once we combed a layer over the knot at the base of our necks. I envy children who grew up in the magical era of spray detangler.
None of us knot as much as we did and we can't grow it nearly as long ::sob:: It has also gotten considerably thinner and less wavy...
I don't exactly long for the knots, but it seems unfair that now that I'd be able to engage in advanced brushing I don't have to.
My hair is crazy. It is also just barely long enough to braid now! I need to get the crunchy ends trimmed (the parts that were there before the henna switch), but that would leave the length awkward. So I suffer it.
We put Lillian's hair in two braids, which has made a huge difference in how much effort it takes to keep it long. No more bad bedhead in the mornings.
It has never been cut. She can make that call for herself when she is older.
It has never been cut. She can make that call for herself when she is older.
When I was 5-10, my dad would cut our hair. Once when I was 6-ish, I got impatient (he was still out milking the cows) so I cut my own bangs. Of course it was a fiasco. Too bad there are no photos.
P-C, much ma.
My mom would never dare try to cut our hair herself. Hair was left to the professionals.
We put Lillian's hair in two braids, which has made a huge difference in how much effort it takes to keep it long.
I loved braids. My father made me cut my hair when he decided I was "too old" for long hair. The next year, long hair became the thing. I don't know that I could have put up with the whole ironing your hair straight thing, though. I've really never been very happy with my hair since I've been in charge of it, except possibly for that year of the lovely soft chemo curl.
PC, ~ma to your grandfather- my grandmother had some similar problems and she is still alive and kicking! Hopefully it will all get resolved for you guys too.
My mom would never dare try to cut our hair herself. Hair was left to the professionals.
My older brother apparently got tired of being made fun of or something, so after much begging on his part, my dad gave in and let us get our hair cut by barbers.
My mom would never dare try to cut our hair herself. Hair was left to the professionals.
I'm the opposite: I think the last and one of the only times I've been to a hair salon is when I was 13, with my mom.
I let my mom cut the edges every now and then. It works great.