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The view from my window
The view from my window
Wednesday, 6 February 2019
Couldn't resist this!
My sister and I have been going through a pile of old photos from our childhood, just killing time I suppose. It's nice because she can put names to faces that I can't. Talk about a rag tag bunch! But what stood out and had us roaring laughing were the bloody "home haircuts"! I swear our mom just used to put a bowl on our heads and attack our hair with garden scissors! I think Vidal Sassoon can rest easy don't you! From top to bottom: Anna, Brenda, Marion and Rachel!
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They beat the "shag' haircuts my mom used to have us get. They were awful! She said it worked better because the lengths grew out differently and we wouldn't need haircuts so frequently.
ReplyDeleteOh we moved on to the shaggy look too - I think they were a slight improvement over the above though!
DeleteHAHA! I remember my mom cut my hair, too.
ReplyDeleteI think we've all been there haven't we!
DeleteMy Mom apparently went to the same hair dressing school lol. I think back then (I am 49) not alot of people could afford to take their kid to the hairdresser so home it was - that plus we lived a long way from town
ReplyDeleteI agree but how come NONE of them could cut straight?
DeleteI have similar photos, probably used the same bowl.
ReplyDeleteI think "bowl" was just being polite! We called it having the "po" stuck on our heads
DeleteWe got one haircut a year. At the beginning of the summer (First of May here) Mom took us to have what she called a Pixie cut. We called it a scalping because there was no design to it, just seriously short hair. Then we would begin the process of growing it out until the next May, but our bangs were trimmed at home and always looked like they were cut with pinking shears instead of barber scissors. I was so glad to reach about 10 when I learned to curl and maintain my own hair, so I could end the annual death march to the "beauty" shop. Amazingly when I revolted my younger sisters pixie days came to an end too.
ReplyDeleteI think it might be in the blood. Yesterday when we were in town my sister "suggested" I could get a good deal on a hair cut and "why don't you just pop in now" (I guess she had noticed my "home do")! So yeah, I ended up getting scalped yesterday too! But I'm glad the home dos didn't just run in my family!
DeleteMy Mom did that also, consider yourselves lucky, when I was around 6 she bought an electric clipper
ReplyDeleteI guess your mom went to the New Zealand hairdressing school for amateur sheep shearers then! Actually Spec Savers over here do a good advert (for eye glasses obviously) set on a sheep farm in the highlands. The sheep dog is herding the sheep into the shearing shed and the next frame you see is the border collie sheared to within an inch of his life by a very short-sighted shepherd!
DeleteI remember my mom putting a line of scotch tape for bangs and then cutting along the edge! We had five girls. It didn't help! Still crooked!! And way too short.
ReplyDeleteAnd occasionally getting your eyebrows ripped off!
DeleteOh dear. They are unfortunate hair cuts. My mum let my hair grown but made me weat my hair in Heidi style plaits into loops. Not a look that was seen in the suburban 70s.
ReplyDeleteI hope this comment gets through. I’ve lost about five I’ve tried to put on your site.
I was having problems with my blog while I was in Wales too but your comment did get through eventually. And wow - the Heidi look!!!!!!
DeleteI don't remember home haircuts, actually, although I know an auntie used to cut her three boys' hair. Now I'm wondering, who cut my hair? It was long, but perhaps we used to go to the barber where my dad went. I honestly don't know. I haven't had a haircut in about 4 years now, simply because my hair hasn't grown an inch in all that time. Stupid hormones... Love the 'throw back' Tuesday picture show, though! x
ReplyDeleteFor the longest time, when my hair was long, I guess none of us went to the hairdressers. That is, until my mom persuaded me to let an "enthusiastic friend" give me the shaggy cut. Bloody hated it!! And ditto for the hormones - I'm getting hair in places I never knew I had places!
DeleteI have photos just like those lol! It could have been a lot worse - my mother was pretty good with the scissors.
ReplyDeleteI suspect my mom's eyesight was ok - we just never sat still long enough!
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