Day 6 #100DaysOfThoseDays
Today is National Peanut Butter Lovers Day in the US
I’m definitely in this group. Lucy is definitely NOT in this group. She’s allergic to most varieties of nuts. So, I have to keep my jar of peanut butter well away from other foods.
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I was the only one in the family who got my hair cut in the hairdressers—because I was a girl. Throughout the mid to late 70’s I had the pageboy haircut. Easy to comb, wash and style. Not like the long waves I had for years before that.
The pageboy hairstyle was inspired by the medieval page boy. It was a common style in the 20’s and became popular again in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s.
There are some variations to the cut but precise and even lines are essential…or it’s just not the page boy.
Which brings me to my brothers. Mam cut their hair. She gave them a shorter version of my pageboy—also known as the bowl haircut. I have to say, never did she put a bowl on their heads and cut round it.
She had quite a good eye though. Her precise and even lines were quite good, for an amateur hairdresser. The scissors she used though; big silver industrial scissors that came from a local factory (Wellman). Everyone on our terrace had a pair. They were so versatile!
The same scissors I used to butcher my new jeans. Read about that HERE.
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As I was going through old photos on my memory stick, Google photos decided it would be a good time to indulge me with a collection of memories on my phone. As I looked through the past photos I noticed similarities between these that were taken twenty six years apart.
These two photos were taken 26 years later: one is of my eldest daughter again, on a beach with her own daughter, aged two and a half (and camera shy). And the other is of me with my youngest daughter, also aged two and a half. Now Little Miss Ten.
The photos are similar but the times were quite different. At 18 I was a teenage mother. At 43 I was considered a geriatric mother—I prefer mature mother, thank you!
Parenting styles were different. I parented like my mother for my first two children. With my third child I relaxed a lot more and did things my own way.
So, did I know it all when I was 43 having my fourth child? God no. It was like starting from the beginning, but because I was more mature I tackled it from a completely different angle.
Now, we all know there are things that never change when it comes to babies: they all cry, they all need feeding, clothing, they get sick, they fall, they poop, they get nappy rash, then they have tantrums when they get on a bit. And they all need love and attention. So no matter what year it is, parenting can be hard work!
I have to say though, my first child had so much more freedom growing up than Little Miss Ten has now.
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