I am totally the opposite of a salon girl. I only go to get my hair highlighted and trimmed. That is the extent of my styling outings. I will go for a pedicure bi-annually because someone found it in their heart to donate to the DDM's Callus Cause. Hubby and I took Spark Plug and The Destroyer for their first hair cuts today. Boy howdy, did we ever see some interesting stuff.

It was 9:30 am. We got to our appointments and we put The Destroyer up on the black vinyl box first. She was squirming right from go. We gave her a sucker to silence her. This goes totally against my 'No suckers until after lunch' policy, but this event was an exception. It didn't work. Every time the hair stylist went to trim some hair, The Destroyer dodged the incoming scissors. We put her down to let her check out the premises, destroy the Christmas tree, and knock down any decorations at floor level until she was comfortable in her surroundings.

We then put Spark Plug up on the pedestal to see how she would do. She is sometimes quite hesitant in new places and in new situations. But I will say that she loves the mirror and all sorts of accessories. If she could, and she usually does, she would roam around in her purple Palmolive Madge sunglasses all day.

She ate up this time in the chair. Completely. Watching, studying, lapping it up. She was in salon, pampering heaven. She sat still and quiet. She did not move a muscle, except to beam at us. She got a trim and some shape added to her hair. The best part for her? The princess sparkles. She had that sparkle hair spray put in her hair and the stylist put it in pigtails. The pride was resonating from her. She got down from the chair, strutted around the shop, and then went straight for the suckers. She continued to strut while simultaneously dancing to Madonna's Hard Candy album.

I had some snippets of their hair put into Zip Loc Sandwich Bags. And that has got to be one of my dumber moves. Plastic bags and baby hair are not a good match. The static in the bag has resulted in the hair sticking to the sides of the bag. And it covers the sides of the bag completely. The hair is spread around like honey spread over a piece of bread. I say, smooth move, DDM. How I am going to collect it all together is a puzzle. I will put it in a drawer or a box along with all of the other stuff that has to yet be placed in some sort of baby album, waiting for the day to come when the Album Fairy comes to save me and make them for me.

When it comes to styling the hair of the Wee Ladies, I get a big, fat, bold F. I brush it and tidy it, on a good day. Usually I just clip it off to the side, or spray some detangler in it to make sure they are not wandering around with rats' nests attached to their heads. I barely do my own hair, so why would I do theirs all nice with a blow dryer and product? I don't. But I did watch the stylist put their hair in pigtails. So I can do that myself now, realizing that I will not pull their hair, or hurt them.

If I am going to start putting their hair in pigtails more often, I am going to have to go out and find some of this princess sparkle spray. Where do you get that stuff?

From this salon experience, we learned that The Destroyer is going to go to the salon because she has to. To her, it is a waste of time. And to Spark Plug, the salon experience will be a way of life.

Hubby has said that he believes he will spend his life funding EvieG's humanitarian missions as she travels the world, helping those in need. Well, now he believes he will be funding Spark Plug's salon missions.

I think The Destroyer will be happy with all access to Dare, Allen's, Cadbury, and Hershey.

All's I'm sayin's all.

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