Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Jacketless Hood


When I was around 8 years old, I had long hair. It's hard to see in this picture [past the bangs that never end] but it was long and I loved it. One of my duties every morning before school was to put my younger sister's hair in a ponytail. I clearly remember looking at her hair, and thinking that it looked better than mine. I couldn't have that! In order for my hair to look just as good, I needed a trim.
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In our home growing up, my mom cut everyone's hair. With all of us kids, I'm sure she was overwhelmed by all of our hair, and a long time would go by without her trimming our hair. In fact, that is probably why I had such long bangs. It was a pain to trim them all the time.
So when I came home from school, walked up to my mom, and demanded that she cut my hair...well, she obliged.
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She put my hair in a ponytail, which I remember thinking was a strange thing to do when my hair was just supposed to be trimmed, put a hefty black garbage bag around me like a cape, and brought out the scissors.
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Snip Snip Snip.
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Hmmm. What an odd feeling. I swear she just cut off my entire ponytail.
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I look down. Ah. There it is. My ponytail, dropped in a heap on the kitchen floor, still held together by my sparkly purple rubber band. Mom finished the haircut and declared me "oh so cute" and I went straight into the bathroom to look at my hair. It was gone. All of it. I think my two older brothers had more hair on their heads than I did. [it was the '80's afterall. I'm sure their hair WAS just as long as mine was]
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My mom made me sweep up all my glorious hair into the dirty dustpan and throw it away, which I thought was just plain mean. I cried. Dad came home from work and as we were sitting around the kitchen table, ready to eat, he looks at me and says "Who's the new boy in the family?" I was devastated. I couldn't appreciate my dad's sense of humor. I ran from the table and went to bed. I cried myself to sleep.
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The next morning was school. Once again, I had to put my sister's hair in a ponytail. Her long and beautiful hair. I was extremely jealous. We made our way down the road to wait for the school bus. We got up on the fence that surrounded the pig pen and with our backs to the road, we watched the pigs while we waited for the bus.
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I remember some ladies out for a morning walk. [which was really odd seeing as how we lived way out in the counry.] We heard them coming, but didn't bother to turn around and look at them. That is, until I heard one of them say "Oh, look at the cute little boy and girl waiting for the bus stop." I turned around, full of despair for my new haircut, and yelled out "I'm not a boy. I'm a girl! I'M A GIRL!" I had my blue windbreaker jacket on, I remember, and it had a hood. I pulled the hood up onto my head, zipped up my jacket, and tightened the hood around my face.
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We got on the bus. It stopped at the next road just down the hill, and this is where my cousins got on the bus. A few minutes went by, and I was getting hot. So I take off my jacket and I hear my cousin Allen inhale and say "What happened to your hair?" I was mortified. If my cousin was so shocked, what will the rest of the school kids say? So because I was so hot, I detached the hood from my jacket, put the hood over my terrible hair, pulled the drawstrings tight around my chin, and double knotted it. There. Now nobody will ever guess that my hair is so short, and I won't be so hot wearing the jacket all day. I remember thinking it was a perfect solution. Me, wearing the jacketless hood. Now, I look back and wish I had a picture of that.
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Anyway, I got to school and went to my class. I remember a lot of looks from the other students, and my teacher, but I seriously thought they were admiring my stylish hood. I was sure they could never guess that my hair was cut. Later, the teacher pulls me aside, and asks me to take off my hood. I shake my head vigorously. "Please?" she tries again. "Nuh-uh", I say. So she gives in, and lets me have my way. I went the whole day with that stupid hood streatched across my head. When we were getting ready to go home, my teacher pulled me aside again and tells me to tell my mom to curl my hair tomorrow and put a pretty barrett in it. I smile. Ok. That sounds good.
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I run off the bus, throw open the door to the house, and yell "Mom! My teacher says you have to curl my hair and put a pretty barrett in it tomorrow!" I remember my mom smiling and saying that she would.
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I didn't wear the jacketless hood again.
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[Disclaimer: I know my mom reads my blog. I have told her this story before. I really was devestated by the short haircut. Over the years, she has always replied with the same comment: "Oh, but you looked so cute."]

8 comments:

Jenni said...

Loving the picture! haha...Hey, I was gonna tell you I saw the LSS you design for in the back of one of my scrap mags a few weeks ago! Cool! It was an advertisement in the back where the vendor's addresses are listed, but there was a picture of it and it was spotlighted...maybe you already knew. Just thought I'd give a shout out to ya!

kdaygirl said...

I think that u need to put a picture of u on here with short hair. I remeber all of us at one point had our hair chopped super short and thinking "did I really ask to have it cut THIS short?"

I remeber waiting with u and u wouldnt take off that stupid hood. I decided to sit as far from u as possible.
U looked so weird with short hair. And I accutally remember dad saying that and laughing.....

Kathy_in_Colorado said...

Man that picture looks like me when I was that age! And I also got all my hair cut off and my next picture looks like a boy! Strange, huh? I was looking for a pic of you with the new haircut.

Your mom should comment to this blog since she reads it. :)

Heath said...

I think you look cute with short hair babes. And long hair too.

Queen of Chaos said...

Was this the story that you wrote about 7 years ago? I think I remember you emailing it to me.

I love this story. :)

We all have short hair stories I think. I remember hatng a haircut my mom did on me too. I was devastated. My mother said the same thing...'But you look so cute'! grrrrr

kdaygirl said...

Ok so I have been told that it was Shavs that waited with Na. I remember hanging out on the fence with someome it was probably warren and James. Sorry Shavs to steal your moment.

Sharon Carpenter said...

mom never cut my hair that short, i think she learned her lesson by the 6th girl:)

I'm Always Rite said...

You are too cool Shaina! I would have loved to see you with your jacketless hood covering your new do. :) I've never been to attached to my hair. In fact in 9th grade I flipped my foot plus long hair over my head and started hacking away at it. And that is when I became addicted to short. :)