Sunday, April 25, 2010

One Year On.....................

Hello my dear Bloggeroos, I thought it might be interesting to revisit the blogpost I wrote a year ago.

Those of you who were around then may remember that I had finally given up trying to tame my unruly hair, and go a little shorter.

You may also remember that in a fit of lunacy and lack of medication - I decided to cut it myself.

Never one to do things by halves, I decide to go very short.

With the help of my best wallpapering scissors.

I know, I know.......but it seemed a good idea at the time.

This resulted not only in the maddest hairstyle you ever did see, but also my best bra lost a strap as I got carried away and didn't steer the scissors as I should.

Still, at least I was well equipped to wear a dress like this...............................

I tell this tale in the hope that it will give you some idea of my family's ethos and culture. (Oooooh, don't I sound edukated today?)

The family Saturday Brunch takes place almost every weekend at my parent's house and is otherwise known as "Audrey's Party" (Audrey is Mumsie's name) .

It is a source of joy and merriment.

Their home is a haven of peace and tranqillity (but only when us lot aren't there.)

We support each other in times of crisis and despondancy,
we cheer each other up,
we lend each other money, (Did I just hear a violin?)

But for all that, we do love a good laugh at the expense of another family member.

So, following the crisis with my hairstyle, and the hairdresser being on honeymoon - I was not looking forward to facing the loopy loons the Saturday morning following the haircut.

I purposely went later than usual. I had hoped that some of the Smart Mouths had already had their fill of cheese baps and wagon wheels and gone home.

No such luck!

DAD :Ha ha ha! Do you want to take your hat off?

I wasn't even wearing one!

ELDEST SON:Who did this to you? Do you want me to beat them up?

ICKLE DITDER:Would you like to borrow my pashmina, it's got a hood? Ha ha ha!

ME: (protesting through me Kleenex) OK! OK! IT'S NOT FUNNY - YOU'RE NOT BIG AND YOU'RE NOT CLEVER

That was a fib actually 'cos my eldest son is both!

The nearest I got to any sympathy was when Mumsie cooed, : "Oh you poor dear would you like to hide in Dad's shed?"

Dad's Shed

DADDIO: Steady on there, Manageress (his pet name for Mum). She can't go in there. The finches are nesting and the red factor canaries are still settling in.

BROTHER NUT: Now then Our Susie, buck up. It's not like a whacky hairstyle will harm your youthful good looks. That already happened years ago.

This is supposed to make me feel better?

He continued "I've always thought you such a plucky old girl. You're brave - you open letters from your Bank Manager, you open the door to Jehovah's Witnesses and don't hide behind the sofa with the rest of us."

ICKLE DITDER: Would you feel better if you had a cuppa tea?

ME: (Wiping me nose on Mumsie's pinny,)Yeah that'd be great!

ICKLE DITDER: Oh well, in that case, I'll have one if you're making a brew.


ELDEST SON: Go on then, you twisted me arm.

DADDIO: Did I hear someone's put the kettle on - I'm parched.

I'm standing in the corner where we make the tea, I have my back to them.

Do they really think I can't hear them softly whistling "Send in the Clowns".

Don't forget to scroll down if you missed my previous posts this week


topchelseagirl said...

You crack me up lol. x

Taz said...

That reminds me of the time I took the hair clippers to my head. Oh yes 6 months of living on a farm with no company but a 7 year old and a 1 year old will do funny things to your mind, especially when you have a hairdresser phobia after nearly losing an ear to one as a child! The obvious difference is that living on a farm with only 2 small children for company no one could laugh at my attempts :D

Shame we didn't have our seal pelts to hide away in eh? LOL

KC'sCourt! said...

I read your blog everyday even if I have read it before and left a comment you really make my day and I go off to work happy!

winnibriggs said...

We may not have done it to ourselves but I bet we have all had hairdos we'd like to forget!

bad penny said...

this is the BEST giggle I've had all day !!! reminds me of when my mum decided to "trim the ends" of my long long hair when I was about eight. She snipped the ends off my two plaits. Yes you guessed it - once udone it was totally crooked & looked awful !!!

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