Maya has been in need of a hair cut for a while, since we got back from Australia really. I’ve been putting it off mostly because I wanted to have her hair cut just before school started, but also partly because we’ve been too busy. The other day we were at the mall to pick up a few back to school things for Maya and walked by this really cute looking little girls salon. Maya’s eyes lite up and she immediately said “I want to get my hair cut there sometime!”
So, off we went today, back to the mall to visit the little girls salon/spa, to get Maya’s hair cut. The place was so cute. Everything is covered in glitter and sparkles. The women who work there are so good with kids and they really know how to treat a girl like a princess. Between the sparkly purple chair, the pink princess smock, and sparkly rainbow scissors the hairdresser used, Maya was in heaven. The hairdresser trimmed Maya’s hair and then put it up in a cute little up-do for her, sprayed some glitter in her hair and used sparkles to paint hearts and stars on her cheeks. She walked out of the salon thoroughly pleased with the experience and looking like a perfect pampered princess.
She’s already asking if she can go back and get her hair cut again tomorrow! I may have inadvertently created a spa girl
It’s no secret that Maya has spent the better part of her life with little or no hair. She was over a year and a half before she had enough hair to put the tiniest of bows in her hair. Slow, very slowly, her hair has been growing. 6 months ago I cut her bangs to help keep the hair out of her eyes but she still didn’t have enough to require a “real” haircut. So, we waited and watched as her hair got longer and crazier.
Lately, her hair has been difficult to manage, it was getting stringy and out of control, not to mention, totally a mullet. I knew the time had finally come, Maya was ready for her very first real haircut. After a little research I found this cute children’s salon here in town and made her an appointment.
With me a little nervous and Maya super excited we headed out the door this morning, neither of us quite sure what to expect. What we ended up with was a great experience, some fun memories and a gorgeous little haircut.
I cannot say enough nice things about the salon where Maya got her hair cut, The Hairy Elephant. They made it so easy for her to enjoy her first haircut. Our stylist was amazing, and patient, and fun. Everything about the place is designed to make children feel comfortable, welcome and at home. I loved it. I mean any thing that makes Maya make this face is gold in my books
What can I say about my hair. We have been in a love/hate relationship for as long as I can remember. I was blessed (?) with very thick (I mean, crazy thick), wavy hair. I’ve struggled to find the right way to wear my hair. All through my teens and most of my twenties I was in and out of hair salons making changes, getting it cut, trying to find the perfect way to manage this unruly mop of mine. To say I had some hairdos I regret, that I wish I could wipe from my memory, is an understatement. I learned the hard way that I could not have short layers, that my hair just wasn’t cut out for many of the cute, shorter styles that were so popular during my late teens and early twenties.
Today, I think it is safe to say that I’m okay with my hair, we’ve called a truce. That truce came in the form of a hair stylist I adore, a cut that works and being introduced to the flat iron. The flat iron, my friends, is God’s gift to people with thick, wavy, unruly hair. Without it my hair would be destined to spend each and every day in a ponytail. With it, my hair has the privilege of letting loose every now and then.
Most days my hair is in a ponytail, tucked safely away from the humidity that is my enemy, but every so often I take the time necessary to make it manageable, and I dare say, cute.
My hair before I use the flat iron. Don’t be fooled by it’s rather calm nature today, it spent half the day pulled back which helped to keep some of the frizz at bay, and I have the front pieces safely tucked away in a bang braid. Oh, and you can’t see the back, which is just, well, a mess.
Do you have a love/hate relationship with your hair? How do you find your happy balance?
Hair, more specifically Maya’s hair, is something I’ve talked about before. I discussed her lack of it for many, many months of her life and how fun it was to finally be at a point where she could wear pretty bows and clips, and even ponytails. I figured at the rate Maya grows hair that she would easily be like 8 or 9 before she needed a haircut. And she probably will be that old before she has a real haircut, but she did get her first “mini” haircut the other day.
For a while now I’ve been thinking about giving Maya some bangs. Her hair is super fine and doesn’t stay in a clip very well, and the natural flow of her hair caused the front section to constantly fall into her eyes. As her hair slowly, very slowly, started to get some length to it the hair being in her eyes was beginning to bother her, and me. Although I’m not a big bangs person myself I do think they look cute on some people and knew that it was really the only solution available.
So, Tuesday morning after I got Maya dressed I sat her down in the bathroom, scissors in hand and cut away. It took about 3 seconds and viola we have a toddler who looks a lot more like a little girl now sporting an adorable set of bangs.
Here’s a close up. I think I did a pretty good job, especially since she had a bit of a meltdown in the middle of her haircut. They are only a little crooked and you can hardly tell unless you look closely.
It was a fun little first for Maya and for me. My little girl is definitely growing up, and way too fast if you ask me.