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.
I guess I usually thought of straight hair as tangling less easily because it doesn't seem to stay in place as much as curly hair does. Both of my best friends as a kid has straight shiny hair. If one of them braided their hair and didn't put an elastic at the bottom, then it would come unbraided after they just shook their heads a few times. My hair would stay braided, and unless I undid the braid before I went to bed, the braid would turn into a tangle.
Much ~ma to all the Buffistas in need today.
My mom used the 1/4 inch attachment on the razor for my brothers until they were in their teens. She cut my hair until I was around five. I'm not sure why she quit, maybe because she went back to work fulltime and just didn't want to take the time. That, and getting a pixie cut at the local salon cost all of 50 cents. Kinda mind-boggling when you think how much we pay today.
Heh-- true story. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine and I were driving from Jax up to Atlanta for a writer's conference. We stopped for gas or snacks or something somewhere in the middle of south/central Georgia where the most commonly seen hairstyle on men, women, and children alike was a seriously old school mullet. I mean, severely chopped at the ears, insanely long in the back with very few layers-- certainly none of the graduated variety. And my friend was all "Who gets their hair cut like that on purpose? And maybe more importantly, where do you go to get a haircut like that? Do you walk into a salon and say, 'I'd like a circa 1987 Billy Ray Cyrus 'do?'"
I replied, "They probably just use a Flowbee."
She looked at me funny and asked, "What the hell is a 'Flowbee?'"
I thought she was joking. She wasn't. She honestly didn't know what a Flowbee was and after I explained it, she thought I was joking. She was so convinced I was trying to yank her chain, that she called her husband from the road and asked him if he'd ever heard of a Flowbee, which he had.
She remains appalled to this day. Both by the haircuts and the idea of the Flowbee.
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.
I hope. My aunt said he'd be in the hospital for a few days, but I don't know what the prognosis is supposed to be.
What the hell *is* a Flo-Bee? I feel I've heard the term but I don't know what it is.