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Here’s an entry from Slayground that I love! And it has nothing to do with a hair disaster or perm-catastrophe. 😉
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My favorite home salon was just that: home. My mom always cut my hair when I was a little, and still when I was a teen, as I never could quite see nor properly reach the back of my hair.
We didn’t go to hair salons often and we didn’t have a lot of money. I never minded that. I was never the type who had to have a trendy haircut, only wanting my mom to trim my hair every few months to keep it healthy. I never wanted a perm nor highlights, always preferring to keep my hair as it was, straight and brown.
I do remember us going to a salon at least once when I was about four years old. I assume my mom went to get her hair trimmed, as she typically cuts her own hair too. I am not crystal clear on that part, only on what preceeded it: my mother and I sat in chairs next to each other, passing a notebook back and forth. It was small, yellow, and wirebound across the top. She would draw something on one page, and I would attempt to copy it on the opposite page. We drew caterpillars, aliens, and cats, using this incredible nifty drawing implement that had over thirty interchangeable skinny little crayon tips.
I can’t find that crayon-holder for the life of me, but I still have that pocket-sized notebook. The pictures in it always makes me smile.
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What a beautiful memory! And it’s so awesome how she still has that notebook after all those years. Thanks so much for sharing, Slayground!
