So the kids got a flood day off school today. Not a snow day, but a flood day. I grew up with days off for potato harvest and deer hunt, not flooding. I guess I should be grateful that they don’t have days off for critter hunting here. But what would people hunt? Probably moles, garbage lovin' raccoons, and a possum or two. Now I know why the deer are in the city more and more recently. It’s because you can’t discharge a firearm in the city boundaries. Those deer are pretty smart.
Well, since the munchkins were all out of school for the weather, I engaged myself in some more crafty stuff, because it was a rain day and all. I worked on another fairy portal for my friend who’s the biggest Disney fanatic I know, other than myself. So I tried to recreate Sleeping Beauty’s Castle in Disneyland.
I think it turned out o.k. and loved the detail of shingles on the roof, and of course I had to add some pixie dust.
Alas, I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention to my munchkins. Normally it’s little Hope that gives me the run-around. Not so today. This time around it was my-old-enough-to-know-better Princess.
Thankfully it didn't involve water like shown in the above picture. It involved something much more damaging - Scissors!
Apparently she decided that her bangs were too long and she wanted to look beautiful.
Then she walked up to me with a huge grin on her face and asked if she was beautiful. I tried taking pictures but they were mostly fuzzy like this.
But it looked like she had given herself a humdinger of a mullet cut and nearly taken the bangs out by their roots.
Oh, Heaven’s to Betsy! What next? So I made the mistake of saying that it was as short as a boys hair in places. That was a mistake because her face crumpled and she immediately started crying because she didn’t want to look like a boy.
So I trotted her off to the hair-dressers because I knew saving any semblance of her femininity would require someone more skilled with cutting hair than me with the hair clippers. All I can do are buzz cuts. Then in the magazines I showed her all the cute pixie cuts on girls, to show that short hair was indeed fetching on some females.
After all was said and done it looks like she still got a bad hair cut. I didn’t want them to even it up or her hair would have been less than an inch long in most places. So she got the layered Do. And all while she was talking the head off of the poor hair-dresser. Princess loves to talk and was constantly spouting off things such as…
‘What am I wearing,’ questioned Princess?
‘A Cape to keep the hair off you?’ replied the kind Beautician.
‘It’s like a hair slide park, you drop the hair on it and it slides right off,’ Princess would barely pause to take a breath and then go on giving everyone there a play-by-play analysis of which directions her hair would be sliding, interspersed along with little random nuggets of thought she would pull out of the air. Like talking about her 1st grade boyfriend, and discussing that she felt she would look like a pixie if her hair was colored blue and had sparkles in it. And maybe she could even spike it up. Wouldn’t that be cute?
Wow, I raise the rebels young around here. My six year old wants blue spikey hair. Needless to say everyone, in the establishment were cracking smiles left and right.
I then took her mug shot, to remind her that we made an agreement never to cut hair again until after she had been to Beautician School when she is Abners age. I think it looks kind of perky like her.
I really need to get my camera fixed so inside pictures don't always look so yellow. Here's mug 2.
So I realize that I missed the Christmas list for this week. But to be honest my house is trashed and I don’t think there’s a clean, uncluttered surface anywhere. I lose things if I set them down and I still haven’t found the truck keys which have been missing almost three weeks. So I’m going to take a couple of days off blogging to get down and dirty and try and give that clutter monster a good one-two punch. But when I get back I should have some scary before, and splendid after pictures for your perusal.P.S. Before I forget. I'm Thankful that I don't have to spend tons of time combing Princess's hair while she whines loudly about how I'm-ripping-the-hair-out-of-her-head-cause-I'm-pulling-so-hard.