My dad is a hairdresser. Growing up with a hairdresser dad is awesome. I got to do awesome stuff like spin around in salon chairs after school, get a perm when I was 7, get my hair cut anytime I wished, and have highlights in elementary school. My sister always displayed the talent necessary to follow in my dad's footsteps. I did not. This was always evident when we got new dolls. I remember us both getting Cabbage Patch dolls one Christmas. Within an hour my sister's doll looked amazing. Mine had nappy brown hair that somehow I made look like complete crap. I knew when I watched my sister take a round brush, hairspray, and a blow dryer to make the most awesome bat wings ever, hairdressing was her destiny.
I remember one time finding my Barbie dolls with new haircuts. I was furious to find my Whitney doll, who was known for her Crystal Gayle like hair, had been cut into a short stacked swing. I can't remember exactly how this played out, but I am sure I wanted it to go something like this:
Me: "Mom! Dad! Sister has ruined my Barbie doll. "
Parents: "Sister, how dare you!!! You are grounded for life!"
I am fairly confident it actually went something like this:
Me: "Mom! Dad! Sister cut my barbie doll's hair."
Parents: "Oh my gosh!! Your sister is beautiful and talented."
Barbie doll hair does not grow back. Just saying.
When my sister was twelve years old, she did hair for a wedding. This impressed everyone very much. Just for the record, I too did hair at a wedding when I was twelve. It was my Barbie's wedding. I threw one hell of a wedding bash. My family was required to watch the entire two hour long ceremony. I was enraged when my dad tried to bail out during the reception.
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