One of us had the brilliant idea of locking ourselves in one of the bathrooms while our dads were busy chatting. There were scissors that made it in with us. Then we cut each others (or maybe our own) hair. At the time I had a fringe that I never liked and wanted to grow out, but I was constantly told I could only grow it out when I was responsible enough to keep it out of my eyes with hair clips and bands. I definitely wasn't responsible enough at the time. So my much hated fringe got cut. I mean cut all the way down. It looked ridiculous. My dad was furious. In time we saw the funny side. I didn't cut my own hair again until my teens when I had moderately more sense, or at the very least better control of scissors.
Yesterday I was indoors with the toddler when my eldest came running in from the garden. "Mamma, you need to come see this!" I'm frequently shouted on to go see "stuff", and I'll be honest, it's usually one of two things - inane or an injured child (usually the middle one). I asked if I had to and what it was. "You just have to come see for yourself!" I asked if I'd like it. "Just come, Nova is crying. She pinched herself."
I run out and eventually find her sitting in a nook round the back of the house sobbing away to herself. "I told Vanessa to stay here!" So I explain she'd just come to get me so I could help her. Nova was busy clutching her cheek, which was bright red. I asked what had happened and she whacked her cheek and said "Sessa did this and it hurt! And now I've thrown the scissors over the edge."
At this point I'm confused as to what the hell has happened, moreover I want to know why scissors had made it outdoors without them asking. Nova had been told off not even half an hour previously because she'd taken scissors outdoors (thankfully kiddie ones) and had been cutting the flowers off my beautiful Sea Holly because "it was jaggy". We got the plants for our wedding day and used the beautiful blue flowers off the plants as our matching flowers so I'm very attached to them. The girls had had a strict talking to about the fact that they are not to cut ANY flowers in the garden. I prefer them alive on plants where they benefit wildlife.
She must've swiped the scissors from the kitchen despite this warning. Vanessa who'd joined us said Nova had cut her hair. Now I see big a big chunk is missing from the same side of her head as her red cheek. What I previously thought was a scratch mark I now figure out must be a cut. I ask Nova why she was trying to cut her own hair. Of course she just cries to start.
Now it's difficult to discern who's telling the truth quite often as both girls tend to blame the other every time. This is exactly what happened now. I began with mistrusting the middle one as she's most prone to getting up to mischief. And then I see the back of her head. There's big chunks of hair missing right at the back of her head. Bits I'm fairly certain she wouldn't be able to reach. I question the eldest but she's still sticking to her guns.
Eventually, when I've made it clear I'm angriest about being lied to, she admits that she did cut it but at Nova's request. I'll admit I questioned her common sense. As a 6 year old, who is much more of a stickler for the rules than her siblings, she knows full well that that's a big no no and most of all she knows that listening to Nova is generally a bad idea. Apparently the middle child wanted hair like mine.
It was such a disaster I knew it would take a proper cut to fix which broke my heart because her hair has been getting so long and I'm still mourning the eldest deciding she wanted shorter hair after always having hair to her waist. The photos of their cut doesn't even show how much hair was lost because they're taken before I threw her in the shower. As soon as I washed her hair big lumps of hair started falling out!
To be fair the new cut does look very tidy and lovely on her. But I still miss her long unruly hair and think her beautiful locks may now be gone for good. She's always had a crazy mop to suit her crazy personality so this feels strange. On the bright side she loves her new hair cut. The eldest reacted like when she saw my long hair chopped off last October: she was in tears and hid in a corner of the room, unable to look at her sister because the new look weirded her out so much. My husband and I felt little sympathy as it was kind of her own fault.
I told her about my mishap at the same age to try to cheer her up and promised I wasn't angry, we all make silly mistakes. However, if they could both learn from this and promise to never attempt a hair cut again I'd appreciate it. We've now made a pact that none of us will cut our hair short again, instead we'll all be letting it grow back out.
Oh the joys!
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