Hair Day! (by Dan)

My hair is pretty straight forward: number four clippers on the sides, finger length on top, 15 minutes in the barber chair, $12.50 plus tip.  A friend of mine with a similarly simplistic cut brags that he hasn't paid for a haircut in 15 years.  He does his own.

For Evangeline, it's more complicated and actually more fun.  I have told Rachel on several occasions that in another life I want to be a barber who specializes in African American hair styles.  Not because I'm all that good at it, but because the creative possibilities are endless and the styles are really cool.  I'll admit that the learning curve is steep and that poor Evie has an amateur who is learning on her hair.

Thankfully when Rachel saw these awesome braids she emailed the blogger who directed us to this great website:  Chocolate Hair Vanilla Care.  This blog shortens the learning curve for white dudes whose range of hair care experience is limited to clipper numbers.  So during Spring Break I sought to expand my skills a little.  Thank you "Go, Diego Go" for keeping Evie occupied while I combed, parted and braided.  And thank you Rachel for taking pictures of our adventure.  I am crazy in love with you and you make our house such an amazing home.

For the uninitiated, clips are your friend.  

 

My next purchase will be a booster seat to preserve my aged back!  The high chair ain't cutting it.

 

One twist done, seven to go.

 

At this point, even "Go, Diego Go" was barely keeping boredom at bay given my inexperienced fingers.

 

Two more, hang with me kiddo!

  

 A careful examination of her time in the chair...

Success.  I can now do three styles.... only 1,159 to go and I can open my own shop.