When she first had this hair cut done, and arrived home, (I intentionally did NOT go, but asked her sister to take her, as I seldom "appreciate" her funky ideas for hair styles...), I could not believe that this was still my daughter, my last, my baby, my little girl. Seriously? A Faux-hawk? And BLUE? And BLEACHED? Holy cow... what a lot of extra swallowing I have had to do with this one, to allow her to be herself, to allow her the freedom to express herself in crazy ways that harm no one, but are not MY choices... (no body piercings, no tattoos, no skanky outfits, etc. allowed... but her hair? Eh, it'll grow back...)
And now, it's settled in to THIS, below. THIS? I can live with this, without having to roll my eyes, or even PRETEND to like it. I DO like it. She has very delicate, pixie-like facial features, and this has ended up being a great style for her. I've even come to like the blue she adds now and again to keep it bright.
Still, I can't help but think of the David Bowie song every time I look at these pictures. Sigh. My baby and her crazy, wild ideas.
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My daughter went through that phase. Now she is back to her long, straight hair. I guess it is their way of expressing themselves. Much better than drugs or alcohol, I say.
Once she finds out how expensive it is to keep up and when she gets tired of paying for the hair color/cuts herself -it begins to slow down and stop.
LOL! She does have very delicate pixie-like features.
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