Today, I am grateful for Ramona’s ponytails.
Yes, that’s right, just a few days ago, I was lamenting my lack of fun hair ideas, and now (thanks to all your suggestions, and inspired by the braided letter series at Babes in Hairland), we have created a Z for Zuzu.
Does anyone know of a book or website that has girl hairdo ideas beyond basic braids and ponytails? There must be something more instructional than just looking at the girls in the Hanna Andersson catalog. (I’m talking more about Zuzu here. Ramona’s options are basically random ponytails thrown about her head region.)
Quintessential Zu: chocolate all over her face, boy sweater, hat, necklace.
Also the hat nicely shows off the That Girl flip she gets going most days:
I’m sure you’ve all been wondering what Zuzu is doing, and, of course, more specifically, how her hair is doing. Well, I’m happy to report that it’s now long enough for pigtails.
Although it’s funny how pigtails somehow instantly make her into Generic American Girl Child. She thinks they’re fun, though.
More avant garde and stylish, however, is when she lets Eli do her hair.
This is a look I think he calls “shove in a bunch of random barrettes.”
Hey, I almost missed it! One year ago, I posted my first post on my WordPress blog. And 377 posts later, here we are (though let’s not forget the many places you can get lost in the original World of Julie site). To celebrate the occasion, I got a haircut:
Ok, not really. I got a haircut because I desperately needed one (very diplomatic stylist upon seeing me and assessing my needs: “So, well. It’s long. And there’s a lot of it. And it’s all kind of just hanging there.”) There was essentially a haystack of hair on the floor when she was done, as well as two combs, because I had such a mass of hair that she kept losing combs in it, or something.
The really amazing part is that all three kids stayed with Sutswana (and her two kids), and Zuzu didn’t make a peep and when I returned she gave me one look and then demanded that Sutswana continue to help her practice walking around. Sutswana and I were both shocked. We seriously both expected her to be a weepy mess for at least part of the time. S. was all worried that I’d be heartbroken or offended, but I was psyched. I mean, I know Zuzu loves me. She tells me all the time. I’m just really really glad that she knows that when I leave I come back (that, or she just understood by looking at me that I really, really needed a haircut).
Can you believe it? Wasn’t I just pregnant yesterday? (Let’s take a moment to be so incredibly thankful that I’m not pregnant anymore. There. Ah.)
But here she is, a year later, my Flag Day baby, one year old! Really, it does seem like just two seconds ago when I was telling everyone that yes, I was ten days overdue, and no, I wasn’t going to be induced, and yes, I was fine, and was glad she was taking her time, really, because we hadn’t even set up her crib yet. And then there we were with me in labor and dropping Henry and Eli off at Sutswana’s and thinking I’d see them again in like half an hour because Eli was born in roughly five seconds. But apparently the third kid is the surprise toss-up, labor-wise. Zuzu thought it was maybe more important for Dave and I to have a nice Saturday to ourselves talking about siding (that’s right! I spent part of my labor discussing siding colors with Dave) and kindergarten readiness and food. I also spent a lot of time talking about, “WHEN IS THIS BABY COMING??” but that’s to be expected. And then after nine hours I’d had enough and went like the Mama Cat into the shower and told everyone to get out. Until I was suddenly screaming for everyone to COME BACK NOW and what seemed like thirty people ran in just in time to catch Zuzu, born in the shower. My very slippery surprise water birth girlie.
And yes, well, as you know, she is my only girl after two boys. And so on her birthday I give you some new photos of her with my funny girl hairdo experimentations. I am excited to play with her hair, but she doesn’t have much, and frankly I’m not sure what I’m doing yet.
And here’s the look we’re all just calling “the fountain.” It’s a tad Ed Grimley (including her facial expression), but it sure does illicit lots of comments when we go out.
Sutswana commented that she likes that Zuzu doesn’t curl her fingers around when she sucks her thumb. I think it’s because she’s been anticipating The Fountain. So it’s like the directive is: Ponytail: UP! Back of hair: UP! Fingers: UP!
Happy birthday, Zu!
Since we live in Maine, and Zuzu is a baby, and a baby with not much hair, she has worn a hat in public for months. This past week we had a few days of blissfully Springy weather, and the hat came off. And suddenly I was only be able to walk three steps before someone shouted, “The hair! I love the hair!” and old ladies in the grocery stores couldn’t stop themselves from rubbing her head, like she was some kind good luck charm.
I don’t blame them. Her hair is soft and fuzzy and hilarious, and invitingly rubbable. Her bangs come straight out from her forehead at an angle parallel to the floor. The crown of her head has hair that sticks up like a downy duckling.
She is loving freedom from hats, and continues to spend every day laughing hysterically.
I come from a long line of hairy people. My ancestors needed to be extra hairy in order to stay warm in the mountains of Eastern Europe, I think, but here I live in this body-hair-free society. I have spent my life tackling my leg hair (except for when I was in college, when I let it be free, which was a bad idea in retrospect). Mostly I’ve gone with professional waxing. Shaving would be pointless (I’d be hairy again by noon), and I’ve done the waxing myself, but it’s time consuming, messy, and requires holding complex yoga positions like hirsuteasana to reach the back of my thigh.
Having three kids doesn’t really give me a lot of free time to run to the salon for denuding. I just kind of dealt with it when I could. And then somehow I stumbled across the Braun Silk-epil on Amazon, and after reading the majority of its 600 reviews, I knew it was the answer for me.
I got the thing about five months ago, but couldn’t really bring myself to use it. It was loud (and so invited a lot of, “What are you doing, Mommy?”) and good gracious it hurt. But the balmy 48-degree weather inspired me to give it another go, and one day last week I put Zuzu down for a nap, stuck Eli in front of a bunch of YouTube videos, and said, “I’m going in!”
Ok, so, yes, it hurts like the dickens when you start, but after a few minutes your pain receptors short out and it’s not so bad. And then it actually becomes kind of fun. The darn thing has a light on it so you can see every last hair and so suddenly I was obsessing over getting them all. The basic mechanics of it is that it’s like 40 whirling, twirling tweezers with no care as to how much pain they’re causing you. So it’s basically the same idea as waxing, but without the wax. And the Braun thing costs $60 which, let’s face it, is about the same as one trip to get waxed. I can’t believe how long it took me to finally use it. I got so into it that after I’d done my legs suddenly I was doing! my! bikini! line! and it wasn’t so horrible. And I also used it, I’m horrified to admit, to tweeze those chin hairs that have sprung out because apparently I’m 85 years old.
Ok, there you go. You now all know way more than you wanted to about my hair, and my new lack of hair. I’m just telling you because I wish I’d known about this epilator thing a few years ago. (I did know about them in general from the days of Epilady and the time in senior year at boarding school when I borrowed someone’s and immediately got it all caught in my head hair and had to spend the next hour carefully picking my hair out of its evil coils. I just didn’t know how much they’d evolved since then.)