It's Unanimous ... Almost
While my hair has been razor-wire short for 10-15 years, and pretty short for about 20 years, I recently started shaving it right to the skull with my electric razor and, for the first time Thursday, with razor and shaving cream.
I hadn't been to my mother Sheila's house in a bit, so I was curious what her response would be when she saw the new cut; mom did not like it when I first started nearly shaving my head (shearing, as Val likes to say), and she never stopped telling me this or how much better it would be if I grew it longer. I think she was disappointed when she found out Val liked my hair; by the way, Val REALLY likes my freshly shaven head.
We visited my mother yesterday as a late birthday shindig for Val and to make sure my mother, age 77 and very active, went into an air-conditioned restaurant for dinner (she and her cat, Molly, have fans at homes, like us); as always, mom had baked a wonderful chocolate cake for dessert.
As soon as we sat down at our table and ordered our beverages, my mother looked at me, and said in a low, solemn voice, "I really don't like your hair that short. Couldn't you just let it grow a little longer like before, and have some stubble?" She smiled and shook her head when she heard how much Val and I like my head completely shaved; at least mom likes my new glasses.
I hadn't been to my mother Sheila's house in a bit, so I was curious what her response would be when she saw the new cut; mom did not like it when I first started nearly shaving my head (shearing, as Val likes to say), and she never stopped telling me this or how much better it would be if I grew it longer. I think she was disappointed when she found out Val liked my hair; by the way, Val REALLY likes my freshly shaven head.
We visited my mother yesterday as a late birthday shindig for Val and to make sure my mother, age 77 and very active, went into an air-conditioned restaurant for dinner (she and her cat, Molly, have fans at homes, like us); as always, mom had baked a wonderful chocolate cake for dessert.
As soon as we sat down at our table and ordered our beverages, my mother looked at me, and said in a low, solemn voice, "I really don't like your hair that short. Couldn't you just let it grow a little longer like before, and have some stubble?" She smiled and shook her head when she heard how much Val and I like my head completely shaved; at least mom likes my new glasses.
posted by Kevin J. Hosey at 5:52 PM
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That's kind of funny, because I always hear about how "pretty" my hair looked when it was short.
Happy belated birthday to Val, sorry I have been remiss on b-days, etc. But I have finally found the calendar and address book while unpacking.
Take care,
Heather
Indeed, Heather, understanding mom on hair and physical appearance issues can be a test of faith.
And I understand; the drywall and ceiling fan/rewiring project continues, and the roof tear-off/replacement starts next week, so things are a bit harried and buried here, too.
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