The lovely Lynne Knowlton, Designer Extraordinaire, posted a random thought on her FB page recently..."Do you have any memories about your haircuts as a kid?"
Boy, Do I!
...and this picture tells it all...
Yep, my tiny Italian grandfather was a barber. He gave us all the same doo.
(Someone needs to tell him bangs were not intended to be that damn short! I believe the reason being was that he hated hair in kids eyes, as did my mom. I am certain she was behind this!)
How I loved to sit up high in that barber chair with the old fashioned leather and iron booster seat... and how I hated the snip, snip, snip of those sharp shears of his sounding way too close to my tiny ears.
I screamed "OUCH!" on more than one occasion and I wasn't alone. We all prayed for mercy in that chair..."Dear God, Jesus, Mary, SOMEBODY help me!"
His barber shop was in the front enclosed porch of his house with an authentic barber pole hanging outside and two cool old barber chairs he would pump up with a foot pedal.
Playing there was forbidden, of course, but oh, so very fun!
"Spin me around in that chair some more, please!"
...Next came the strap. Speaking of ouch...
Thinking on that took me to other random thoughts of little people...and shoes.
{Just face it, women never stop thinking about shoes. Ever.}
Not "little people" as in midgets or dwarfs, but little people in, "What the hell happened that made everyone shrink?"
I saw many of my parents' friends and family in January and have been stumped ever since. That was when my father passed away and I was totally amazed at the size of everyone in the room. I honesty felt like the Jolly Green Giant with heels on. I had to bend way, way over to hug and look them in the eye when they gave me their condolences. They all said the same thing,
"You kids have gotten SO big!"
{No kidding! They could stand in for the munchkins in "The Wizard of Oz". Repeat after me, people, "We represent...".}
So, what the hell happened?
Is it osteoporosis? Is it normal shrinkage?
What?
Whatever it is, I refuse to let this happen to me.
So, I am never, ever getting rid of my heels.
What do you think about when you're out in the garden, huh?
Those haircuts are wondrous to behold! I do remember the scissors nipping my neck while I was having my hair cut as a child and being astonished at how much blood there was (I didn't go back to that place again).
ReplyDeleteI think about work when I garden, which might sound counter-productive, but it means that I never feel guilty about the amount of time I spend gardening.
That sounds perfectly logical to me! On occasion, I even brainstorm up a fabulous idea and it amazes me why I hadn't thought of it before then! That is the wonderfulness of gardening!
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