(Originally posted April 11, 2008)
After hacking off great chunks of her own hair my beautiful little girl looks like I’ve subjected her to electric shock treatment.
No amount of teasing of hair, fistfuls of gel or pretty little clips make it look any better.
She looks . . . wierd.
I raced to the hairdresser the evening after The Incident hoping they could work some magic and stop it looking so damn angry.
But no. As I walked in the door the shocked hairdresser declared: “Dear God, I’ve not seen one this bad before. There’s not really a lot we can do to be honest.”
Because yes, that is exactly what I wanted to hear.
In the end I just left the salon a little poorer and with Daniel looking like Doctor Who (he demanded he should ‘have a go’ in the hairdressers hands too, like it was some kind of fairground ride).
Dan thinks Mia’s hair is the funniest thing he’s ever seen and Daddy insists she looks ‘kinda quirky’.
I bought her a cute hat which she looked at with distain and declared “I’m not wearing THAT” with all emphasis on the ‘that’ like it was made from dirty rags and hadn’t cost me A LOT OF MONEY.
As suggested by nearly everyone I’ve bored with this story, I have now taken many many photos of her first foray into hairdressing to embarass her in years to come.