Big Daddy's Do It Yourself Haircut..a wedding day fashion faux pas!!!

Beauty school drop-out,

 no graduation day for you
Beauty school drop-out,

missed your midterms and flunked shampoo ...

from the movie:  Grease

This morning I decided to clean and sort a few drawers...I really must be sick because that is out of my ordinary mode of operation.

As I was cleaning out, I ran across this photo of Big Daddy and decided that it had to be shared with all of you who get a kick out of Big Daddy's unusual antics.  As I look at this, I should have known that my life was not going to be something that most people would classify within the realm of "normal".

It all started early in our relationship.

Big Daddy has always had this thing about cutting stuff....

he loves to trim his own hair,

he weed eaters the hell out of our lawn (I mean he digs up the grass with the weed eater) and if you give him a bush cutter..you might have a twig left if you are lucky.  So now that you understand what kind of obsession he has, I continue my story.

It was two weeks from our wedding date, July 31, 1993.

Big Daddy had recently acquired for himself a beard trimming kit that also had hair attachments. 

I was at work and received a phone call with Big Daddy in a panic.

"Hon....I just cut my own hair.  I shaved a part...we may have to get it fixed for the wedding."

"What do you mean you cut your hair?"

"How did you shave a part?"

I blew it off as an exaggeration--Big Daddy is good with that one as well. I leave work and head home.

When I walk in the door, Big Daddy is sitting in a chair with his head down.

OMG.....

I started laughing and could not stop.

I fell on the floor.

I laughed some more and then I realized that our wedding was only 14 days away.

What were we going to do?

I immediately got on the phone and called my

beautification specialist declaring a hair cut emergency.  I even asked her to come to our house because I was embarrassed to go to the mall with him.  I explained that he had tried to shave a part and it was a mess....but the hair beautification specialist simply said,

"the shop is closing, put a cap on him and meet me in thirty minutes."

We left the house immediately.

He sat down in her chair and she pulled the cap off

thinking that we'd over reacted.

I will never forget the look on her face.

I actually thought she might faint and then she started laughing.

Seems there was nothing that really could be done to fix it other than a shave down.  I rolled my eyes thinking

"great....a bald Big Daddy to walk down the aisle to marry."

It did grow back a bit...wasn't quite bald but not what I'd planned.

I married him anyway...

bad haircut and all

and

I've not been sorry many days except when he gets on my nerves....

As for my beautification specialist...

she still tells the tale and laughs about it...

my wedding nightmare has turned into her

hair cut story from hell.

Chalk it all up as the beginning of excitement as the off color family was beginning.

Take my word of advice..

if you are getting married...

Do not allow your fiance to purchase a beard trimmer...

encourage him not to shave a design as a part....

wedding day faux pas make great stories

but

not cute grooms.

Happy Sunday

blessings and hugs...