Last night was Girl's Night Out with my sisters. It was a great time: We sat around and made fun of Mom. It's not nearly as much fun when she's not there to object, but we made do.So....I thought how cute it would be to put a picture of the three of us on my blog before we went out. And I did. Then when I got home I started looking at the picture. What was I thinking posting that? There we all are, sitting under the tree. Aw, look at the sweet little baby! Oooo, look at the cute kid with the long hair in the cute barrettes. And...oh my goodness, what is wrong with that child's hair? And those giant glasses?
That's my childhood in a nutshell. People would meet my cute sisters. What a cute baby. Look at that petite shy little girl with the long braids. Oh dear... I hope that one's really smart or nice or something.
It's my mother's fault. (Hi Mom!) She got the bright idea that my thick, wavy, poofy hair would be just adorable in a Dorothy Hamill wedge, a hairstyle designed for straight glossy well-behaved hair. But wait, it gets better....it was always cut by a beginner from the beauty college. I believe I've mentioned before that my mother should be paying for me to go to therapy.
(I'd better send Mom an email telling her that I really don't mean this and that all we said last night was, "Gee, I wish Mom was here." It may or may not be true, but hopefully it will make her feel better. I'd promise to never make fun of her on my blog ever ever again, but I might break the promise, so best not to go there.)
I must add, to be fair, that my mother made the shirt I'm wearing in the picture. It was my favorite shirt. It had little white hearts on it, and they were raised and soft, little velvety Valentines on my shirt. I think my long-haired middle sister had a white one with red hearts. I thought about making fun of the shirt too, but I just couldn't do it. Like I said, I loved that shirt.
Read Sisters, part three on my Irie sis' blog, here.
At least my hair is manageable in that picture.
2 comments:
Hey, if you hadn't been too polite to pitch a fit every time Mom wanted to cut your hair, you could have had long braids and cute barrettes too! : )
I think your hair looks fine. And big glasses were likely in style then.
Awww, to have had sisters. I only had brothers....and they picked on me so much my mother called me "the lonely little petunia in the onion patch".
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