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Haircut
I never had a haircut until I was seven years old*. I wore braids, long ones, that my mom braided every morning. I can remember begging her to let me wear my hair down, but in a early run at Worst Mom Ever certification**, she always said no. Then, for reasons that I am not sure I ever even knew, one day she took me to this very beauty shop. We left with my braids in a bag***, and my hair cut into a short bob. Of course, then I wanted a super-short pixie cut, but she vetoed that as well****.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
*My mom trimmed my bangs by getting them very wet, plastering them down hard against my forehead, and cutting them straight (mostly) across. This method failed to take into account a cowlick right there in front, so when they dried, my bangs were on the…innovative…side.
**Of course she wasn’t really the Worst Mom Ever, but try telling that to adolescent me.
***Yeah, so we left with the braids. I don’t know what happened to them after that.
****Again, not the Worst Mom Ever, despite my strong feelings at the time.
We came for the view
Yes, it was the view that drew us here. And that BBQ grill was just an added bonus. (Also, how about what’s left of the window screen, flapping in the breeze. It’s flapping like that because there’s not any glass in the window. Can you believe how fancy all this stuff is?)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.8.2018




