She called a week before she came home for Spring Break. “Mom, don’t faint. but I’m thinking of cutting my hair.” My only girl after two boys, this child was bald for the first two years of her life. I mean, bald, bald, like, people wondered if she was a boy or a girl, bald. Well, they could have wondered, if I hadn’t found those tiny hair bows that attached like a Ziploc bag to her three strands of hair. Eventually, she grew her hair long, and it really did become her trademark. She was (and still is) a feminine girly girl, and I have so many sweet memories of the talks we had as I braided, curled, and straightened those lovely locks while she was growing up.
Don’t get me wrong. I knew that at some point she would want to cut it and experiment with a new look. Apparently, the time had come. With my husband and oldest son off on a manly Spring Break golf trip, Becca and I had planned a Spring Break staycation that included all that “woman maintenance” that we girls have to do – ya know, highlights and haircuts, brows, doctor appointments, shopping, etc.
I told her that I was excited for her to have a new look, and I thought this was the right time in her life to do it. But privately, I was struggling. Silly, I know.
I had scheduled a photo shoot for the blog during the week of Spring Break, hoping she could act as my stylist and make sure my photos turned out well. (BTW, there’s lots to worry about on a photo shoot! The photographer handles the technical aspects, but I have to worry about things like holding my stomach in and making sure there is no lipstick on my teeth. LOL. And what 20-year-old daughter wouldn’t love to correct those things on her mother?) I’d been thinking about writing about mother/daughter relationships for some time, and so I proposed the idea of her joining me for that photo shoot. I thought it would be a fun way to celebrate her new haircut and show y’all some of her new clothes. She loved the idea.
The day of the haircut dawned, and we had an errand to do at Target right before her appointment. As we were checking out, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I asked her if I could snap one last picture of her with her long hair. (Yes, in Target – which should pretty much show you the state I was in at this point!) She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but she smiled sweetly and agreed. As I took the picture, the tears started running down my cheeks. I told her that I’d realized that for me, her cutting her hair was like closing the door on her childhood once and for all. This made her cry. The poor Target employee who was witnessing this whole exchange then began to cry as well, which broke the tension and made all three of us laugh through our tears. It was a memorable moment, to say the least. 🙂
Soooo, the haircut happened, and, as you can see, she looks adorable. That, my friends, is the story behind dressing my daughter for the photo shoot. Simply put, she threw her mother a sympathy bone over a haircut. Y’all, I didn’t even care. I loved every minute of it. (Click on any of the photos for more information or see the bottom of the post.)
Besides the beautiful color, one of the main reasons I bought this flutter off the shoulder top for her is that it’s 100% polyester, which means machine washable and dryable, and no shrinking. As I’ve told y’all before, millennials don’t iron, so she loved that whole deal.
I think the biggest challenge with white jeans is finding a pair that is well-made and thick enough that you cannot see the front pockets through the denim. This pair has nude pockets, medium stretch, and they have a high rise waistline. (BTW, high rise is the latest look for pants, which is great, because it keeps everything, er, tucked in, amirite?) If you need a new go-to pair of skinny white jeans, these would be a great choice.
The reason I chose these ankle tie ballet flats for her was that they were neutral and would go with everything in her closet. The fact that they also have the whipstitch detailing (very right now) was just a bonus.
I’ve written about these Tory Burch logo earrings so much that I am sure you all are sick of hearing about them! Last Christmas, I bought them for my daughter, my daughter-in-law, and my sister-in-law.
I’ve gotten used to her new, shorter do and it’s been fun to see how she styles it every day. (Thanks for the photos, honey!) I still miss the long hair she had when she was little, but I recognize that cutting it was a significant way she could embrace adulthood. My struggle with it was, well, mine. I’m grateful that she was sensitive to it, but in love, I could not impose my struggle on her.
I love her new look, but more than that, I love the adult woman she’s become. And I’m glad she let me dress her. Just one last time. 🙂
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P. S. Becca donated the twelve inches she cut off her hair to Locks of Love, a non-profit that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children who suffer from long-term medical hair loss. I am so proud of her for that!
Photos by Megan Weaver.