One grown up haircut

Daughters are like flowers: they fill the world with beauty & sometimes attract pests ~ Anon

In her own mind Ditz has always been a Star. I am so used to her blog name I have been known, on rare occasions, to forget what we actually christened the child & refer to her by her nickname. Mortifying, that's what it is.

Star, like my oldest boy, inherited their father's gorgeous red/blonde hair ~ with gentle wave ~ which Star says makes her shine like Rudolph's red nose ~ or the beacons in the bay. Not something she's thrilled about. She has been after me to let her get her hair cut ~ not something I've been wild about agreeing to. If you'd seen some of her suggestions as to a suitable cut you'd understand why. I am not walking round town with candy pink spikes! OK, not quite that way out but too out there for my 15 year old daughter!

However said child has a birthday coming up & 15 is no longer a child ~ though hardly yet a grown woman, so I cautiously agreed to a cut & style. Cautiously because Star didn't have anything particular in mind but wanted to leave the choice of cut up to our hairdresser. Now our local hairdresser has daughters of her own so I felt fairly sure she wasn't about to given my cherished daughter a buzz cut, spikes, or something involving multiple piercings, a razor & rude words indented on her cranium. Just the same, you do all remember this child is part of a semi professional ensemble which is performing tonight so I was really hoping we wouldn't end up with a disaster that necessitated a serious meltdown on both mother & daughters part.

It turned out rather well ~ though a tad more curly & bouncy than Star wanted. She likes the dead straight look, a look I can assure her from sad experience is no fun at all! All of a sudden she looks terribly grown up. On the other hand Older Irish lad & my Star have birthdays within a day or two of each other & when they are in OZ we always do a joint celebration. This year they want to go paintballing. An activity, sad to say, originally initiated by my child. She has been on~line for days tracking down paintball venues, comparing prices & tweaking dates because both children must be 15, have photo id & signed parental permission to do this. And this is my girly~girl!