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Back to School Bangs
You’d never know it from this picture that Bug decided to cut bangs the night before school registration. That’s not a good idea because registration day is also picture day and if anyone knows anything, it is NOT a good idea to give yourself a home job haircut the day before a picture day. That’s common sense, right? It’s pretty much the perfect recipe for a freshman in high school disaster.
But you don’t know Bug. Or maybe you do. When Bug gets a bee in her bonnet she will NOT give up on it ever ever ever. She is the master manipulator and I am a sorry excuse for a strict parent.
She started begging me to take her to a hair salon around noon the day before registration. That was an easy no because hair salons are closed right now due to covid. Or at least the hair salons we go to are and even if we did find one that is open, it’s not likely that we could get an appointment that day.
So she came back and begged me to cut them. I said no for about four hours straight. And then I gave in. Because I am the master bang-cutter, after all. I’ve been cutting my own bangs since I turned twelve myself. She appealed to my ego. I told you she’s a master manipulator.
So we cut. I cut very very very cautiously. Just a little smidge of a bit and let her check to see if they were okay. The last thing I wanted was to cut too much hair and have her blame her first day of high school nightmare on me. Bit by bit by bit by bit. It took forever.
Finally she was okay with it. Mostly. At this point I went to bed. I get tired early and it was nine o’clock. I knew she wasn’t completely happy with her homestyle bang job but what can you do? I am not a professional hairstylist.
An hour later she woke me up, convinced we needed to cut more. I could hear the desperation in her voice AND at this point I was pretty much okay with her having a bad hair day. If you are going to wake me up to cut your hair, you better be okay with the haircut you get. That’s what I say.
So we snipped. And she realized that was the best she was going to get.
Surprisingly she ended up liking her new side swoopy greasy Farrah Fawcett style bangs. They do suit her! What can I say? My kid can pretty much rock anything. She has very thin hair like her dad so adding a bit of a wave around her eyes frames her face nicely. I was surprised!
Registration went well, her pictures turned out cute and yesterday was the first day of school. First day of school at home that is.
She sent me this picture from her room at her dad’s house all geared up to start school. I miss taking first day of school photos but I can see from all the other parents I follow on social media, that this sort of selfie is the new normal. School at home is the new normal and things are going pretty smoothly. It’s only been two days but the girls seem to be accepting it.
Joon sent me a photo too. With fake snapchat freckles no less. She has no idea that I used to HATE my freckles when I was her age.
So so far so good. We’ll see how the year goes. One in high school. One in middle school. I’ll keep you posted. With their permission of course. And yes, I did get permission to post these photos. :)
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Funny Fashion, golden hour dance party, heavy on photos, Life Lessons, Newsbreaking Hair News, photography
The Golden Hour Dance Party That Wasn’t
I know you are expecting me to be sad that no one came to our last Golden Hour Dance Party. That used to be something that would cause me a lot of stress. But it didn’t. Can you believe it? I am so much healthier mentally than I used to be. It’s not about me, Little Hoo.
kind of knew that people wouldn’t be able to come and I didn’t even try to push or guilt anyone into coming anyway. It was a Thursday night, it’s getting to be fall/winter and it gets dark earlier… dancing makes people nervous, so many of my friends were down with this or that bug… there were a million and one reasons why people wouldn’t come and I knew it. AND I was actually looking forward to just taking pictures anyway. Of course I would have loved a dance party, I always do, but you know what is really fun? Taking pictures with an amp playing music really loud outside.
I also bought a cheap blonde Halloween wig. I’ve always wondered what the hype of being blonde was about. I gotta say it was fun. I can see the appeal. Part of me actually thought about doing this for real. It is pretty sexy, even on me!
But I can’t actually bleach my hair blonde because I am just NOT up to the maintenance that being that blonde requires. Can you imagine me with a shelf of gray roots constantly growing out? I would look horrible regularly. I do not have the time or money to stay on top of that and it would be necessary. Sigh. It’s just not going to be.
But it sure was fun for an hour or two!
Joon did my make-up super goth. I was aiming for a Stevie Nicks look but my skin was not cooperating.
Enough about me. How rad is Bug’s new cape we bought her for Halloween? We ordered it from an Etsy shop in Russia and waited impatiently for weeks for it to arrive. I was worried it might not make it in time for Halloween but it did! And it was everything we wanted it to be.
I foresee many photoshoots with this wonderful cape. It’s light and made out of a table cloth-like material that is water repellent. I day-dreamed of it being heavy and velvet but this fabric is actually much better for our warm weather here in Southern California and it’s better for swooshing around. It furls and flurries like a flag whipping in the wind.
Bug in the hood?
You can see Toby’s rocker side coming out in her. She’s almost 14 and reminds me so much of myself, minus the low self-esteem and perpetual shyness.
The music was blaring, we were being silly. It was pretty fun.
On our way out we snuck into the woods to get some more moody shots.
Super Bug!
Joon was there too of course.
She looks super goth and moody but it’s all an act.
She’s just really good at looking sullen. She’s actually a firecracker nutball.
I snuck a few photos of them making tic toks.
You can see they are actually happy goobers in spite of their dark make-up and pouty looks.
Speaking of dark make-up and pouty looks. I’m not so cheery looking here either. I took the wig off after dancing a while and getting nice and sweaty. I am reluctant to post these photos. They could seen as vain or really ugly if you are adverse to looking at a women nearing fifty but I kind of like them. This is who I am, wrinkles creeping up here and there. It’s not so bad.
I had my time to shine just like the girls when I was young. Being youthful is really fun but you don’t have any of the confidence that you get when you’re older. Or at least I didn’t have it back then. I was a wreck when I had smooth skin and weighed next to nothing. I wouldn’t trade places with my old self. So bear with me as I post these super big glaring close ups and let it sink in that I am getting older and there is nothing I can do about it except love it.
And rock a blonde wig now and then!
