Louisa the Pest

Josie and I are doing unit studies on Laura Ingalls Wilder, since we're reading the books right now (Almanzo's just about to propose!). So Saturday we had out a stack of fat quarters of quilting fabric and I was showing her how to cut out and sew a nine-patch quilt block. Louisa snuck a pair of scissors while we weren't looking and lopped off a big chunk of her hair!
I am one of those mothers who is not too worried about kid hair. Short, long, spiky, none, dyed, it really doesn't matter to me; it's cheap and temporary rebellion/persona experimentation. So Lou could have had a hair cut any time. She has been saying lately that she's wanted short hair, but every time I talked to her about getting it cut, she's said no. So I was a little irked that she took matters into her own hands.
But the deed was done. Sunday morning I took my good haircutting shears and whacked off the rest. I had a stylist roommate for a few years and apparently I was paying more attention than I thought because I did a pretty good job. The resulting look is somewhere at the corner of Louise Brooks, the Romulan Empire, and Ramona the Pest. Except for really really cute.



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Every mother alive should be
Every mother alive should be able to relate to this!
There must be something fascinating about scissors and hair to kids since they all seem to manage doing their own haircut at one time or another.
By the way, I think you have a wonderful attitude about it. One local grandmother raising her granddaughter got in such a fury over the granddaughter cutting her own hair that she took her to the beauty shop and had them cut it on down as close as they could to her head so she'd look like a boy. . .to teach her a lesson. Every child should have a mom with an attitude like yours. . . .it's a done deed, its different, but its cute.
Awwww,
I just love hair-cutting stories! It makes me feel not so alone in the universe.
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