Once upon a time there was a boy who read a barber shop book and couldn’t resist practicing a cut of his own. . .
. . . which inspired his mama to contact her favorite digital designer to create a really fun haircutting kit!
And COME. ON. You need this kit. It’s just too cute to pass up. Perfect for documenting haircuts of course, new dos, accident cuts, etc.
Run over to Jacque’s store, where it’s 20% off this weekend!!
I’m giving this kit away to THREE people! Tell me your BEST haircutting blunder in the comments or on Facebook, and it could be you!!
Bye.
Oh this kit is sooo cute!!!! You, too make such a great team!
Since I cut my son’s own hair… we have a lot of blunders, I guess… LOL! I’m no professional and my son (who is 3) will look down at his cut hair, pick up in a panic and tell me to “Put it back!! Put it back!!” Otherwise there is the story when I was I think 8 and my mom was giving me a home perm and curled my eye brows… hee, hee… Thanks for the chance to win!!
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Two of my favorite designers, together!
Basically every time I cut my kids’ hair I end up grumbling to myself, wondering what I was thinking. There was the time I cut my daughter’s WAY too short (hey I have pics of that… see, I need the kit! LOL), and more recently there was the time I tried to cut my brother’s but the unfamiliar clippers gave me issues. Oh man, that was NOT a pretty sight…
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What a GREAT kit! I love the painted alpha on your layout–
I rarely take the time to comment more than briefly on blogs that I enjoy, but, oh goodness… you asked for a haircutting blunder story, and mine is a doozy. My eldest daughter was born with a head full of dark blond curls. She looked like a dandelion fluff in the sunlight for the first year, until it began to grow and thicken and form little ringlets down to her shoulders. Everywhere we went, people would stop us to coo over her beautiful curly hair and long eyelashes.
By the time she was about three, her hair had reached past her shoulders and she had taken an interest in it, wanting “pretties” in it all the time– bows, beads, clips, a tiara– you name it. It became a struggle to get her to pick just one thing, so most mornings she left the house positively bedazzled with hair clips.
One night, she was having trouble sleeping. She kept coming in to my room, where I was studying for finals, and asking if she could read me a book, “sleep” in my bed (riiight), watch a movie, have a glass of milk… She was driving me crazy.
After (mostly) patiently sending her to bed and tucking her in eight or nine times, she seemed to finally settle down. I settled back in to my studying… and about 30 minutes later I heard a tiny noise in the bathroom. I threw up my hands, stormed into the bathroom, and stopped in shock. My darling creature had climbed into the pedestal sink, opened the medicine cabinet, and cut off all of the hair on the right side of her head. She looked like a half-shorn sheep, all curls on one side and about two inches of fluff on the other.
You can probably fill in the rest of the story, with the scolding (tearful), re-tucking into bed (also tearful), and the careful collecting of all those tiny curls from the floor of the bathroom. I didn’t get any more studying done that night, and the following morning I simply scraped her remaining hair into a ponytail and bedecked it with many bows. (I never did have the courage to cut off the rest of her hair, but I did have it trimmed to minimize the damage.)
The holiday portraits from that year show her posing cheerfully with the dog in front of a tree, with a Santa hat balanced precariously on the right side of her head. We shot from the left.
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this is so cute!! My biggest mistake was cutting my favorite teddy bear’s hair (fur) when I was 5… I thought FOR SURE it would grow back!!
But personally… I went way too short in college. Like, waist-length hair to pixie cut. SOOOO not smart. I cried every time I looked in the mirror or touched my hair for months afterward, lol!
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When my son was little he absolutely didn’t want anyone but me to cut his hair. He was frightened, and since his hair was fine and easy to cut, I bought a pair of scissors and did it. But he was wiggly, and one time I accidently nipped him on the ear. After that, he let the “real” haircut lady do it. Worked out fine after all!
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My son, Dylan, who is turning 16 on Monday, has Down Syndrome. About a year and a half ago my husband decided that he should start giving Dylan a shave as he was starting to sprout some stragglers on his chin. My husband used his electric razor to give Dylan his first shave. About a week later, I noticed a couple of bald spots on Dylan’s head. At first I thought it was from his being in hospital for 5 weeks and the bald spots were from friction on his pillow. Ruling that out, I then thought that it was Alopecia Areata, an autoimmune disease involving the hair and nails in people with Down Syndrome. Upon closer inspection I realized the bald spots were the same width as the electric razor. Problem solved. We now keep the razor hidden way back in the closet.
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Oh this kit is so cute. My now 6 year old has taken the scissors to her hair more than once. The first time… Happy Mother’s Day to me! Yep after church on Mother’s Day she was play dress-ups and needed her hair “different” so she took the scissors to it. Her hair was in a pony tail – she just chopped it at the pony tail! It was awful. We promptly went to get it fixed first thing in the morning. The next time she did it we made her show it off at church and to preschool before we got it cut (or rather fixed to the best they could – she cut some bangs straight back about 1/2″ long!).
Here are some pictures from my family blog:
http://adamandkrisi.blogspot.com/2008/05/re-happy-mothers-day-to-me-and-to-you.html
The other time I can’t find the pictures for on the blog – but I do have them and would love to use this kit to scrap them.
Oh and here are some of the time that when shaving hubby’s head I gave him a mohawk (sp?) first! http://adamandkrisi.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-gone.html
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In high school my bff and I decided to cut each others hair. I went first, and took about 7 uneven inches off her hair, which of course left her in tears and me praying to God that she wouldn’t insist upon having her turn…
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When I was in third grade, my mom was trimming my bangs while I was playing with something in my lap. Because my head was down, my bangs ended up WAY too short. I had to wear these AWFUL headbands to hide my super short bangs for a few weeks!
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Cute kit! And I had to comment, as I have a couple of hair disaster stories!
When I was about 5 years old, I was lucky enough to have some chewing gum one day and, not wanting to lose it, I did my best ‘Violet Beauregarde’ impression, and put the chewing gum behind my ear… as you can imagine, it did not end well! The gum stuck to my hair and I had to cut it out. My mother didn’t notice until the next day after school, and when she asked me about it, I tried to blame my baby brother! Not sure why I thought a one year old could use scissors… needless to say, my mum didn’t believe me, and my lopsided ‘do was quickly fixed by the hairdresser!
Some 10 years later, a friend and I decided to give each other haircuts. She didn’t do too bad a job on my hair, a bit of a trim. But I really messed up her hair as I tried a new style. A super-short fringe, and chunks missing from the rest of her hair. Her mum took her straight to the hairdressers to fix it up!
I have since realised that hairdressing is not my thing, so won’t give up my day job!
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My biggest blunder would be when I was 23 and a long time friend was getting married. I had moved half way across the country with my husband who was stationed on the East Coast. I realized the morning we were driving home to attend the wedding that I was in desperate need of a trim, my bangs were way too long at a time when long bangs were not stylish. So I decided to cut them myself, after all I couldn’t travel home to see old friends and not be looking my best. I started trimming right at the top of my eyebrows, when I finished I looked at myself and realized I hadn’t kept the scissors straight, I had cut my bangs crooked. I then attempted to even them out, each pass of the scissors made my bangs shorter and shorter. I finally put the scissors down when I only had 1/4 inch of “bangs” left. I still look at those pictures and cringe as I laugh about what I did. I’ve never cut my hair myself since, I always make sure to leave plenty of time to schedule an appointment with the hairdresser.
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About 24 years ago, shortly after my husband and I were first divorced, I went to pick up my 4 year old daughter from pre-school. I looked and looked, but I could not find her. I found the nearest aid for assistance. She pointed and I went in the direction, but still I could not find her. By now I was in a bit of a panic and somewhat confused. The aid had to take my daughter by the hand and bring her to me….yes, her father had her the night before and apparently she ended up with gum in her long “down to her rear” blond hair (that had never really ben cut)and her father took her to his barber! Now before me was a beautiful little girl with hair barely covering her ears looking up at me. I was feeling a rush of emotions ranging from anger, shock, and embarrassed. How could I not recognize my own child and how was I going to explain the look on my face to my daughter? Never again did her father get her hair cut (I actually revised the divorce papers to include this stipulation).
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