Yesterday was family haircut day. We normally only go to Great Clips because it's easier for me to stand in the middle and dictate the cutting of the hair for my daughter, my son and my husband. Different this time than any other time, each person opted for a completely different hair cut than they have ever had. My son, who's six, decided he wanted a funky mo-hawk, minus the blue (he's six, the school would have had a fit), my husband decided on a close cut military cut (because he didn't want to be scalped at work...he works in the mental health field) and my daughter decided that it was time she got a trendy-emo cut. $50 and several inches later, we walked out, looking quite different from when we walked in.
During her hair cutting time, her beautician spoke to her about dying her dirty blonde hair to a color that would be more becoming with the hip new cut she now had. Going through several colors, of which, blue and purple were included, they decided on either black, red or burgundy. Because I know her, and she is just like me, I told her that her coloring would come from Wal-Mart because I was not going to pay a large amount of money for the hair color that she may decide in a month wasn't her "type".
So, following a lengthy trip to Wal-Mart and much deliberation between her and my husband on the right color red, she decided on a color from Loreal called "Auburn-True Red". Now, I examined the box like the good mother I was, trying to determine if I was out of my mind to let my twelve year old dye her hair. I was going to be the responsible adult and make the right choice....riiiggghhht.
Soooo, last night I dyed my twelve year old's hair red. Okay, s,o not like coppery red, but fire engine red. Now, although I find the color adorable on her, especially with her aqua colored, metal rim glasses, I can't help but think that she looks like Pumuckl.
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