Waxing Lyrical

Sidey’s Weekend Theme is (*sigh*) “The Curly Bits”….

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She knew it was going to hurt.

Amanda had resisted for so long, knowing how much it would hurt, but now as she sat in the salon, looking down, she knew that it could be put off no longer. She looked down again and sighed. There was just too much hair there now.

The curly bits would have to come off.

She looked listlessly through a magazine as she waited. Closer, it was called. On the cover some minor celeb said she would never use Botox but wouldn’t rule out a chin-tuck, a mere nit-picking nuance in facial defacing as far as Amanda could see.  Someone further down the celeb ladder, though it was hard to believe that such a position existed, said she’d been hurt by her fella’s unfaithfulness and would never trust him again, something she had also said on the previous eight occasions that the tabloids had caught him off with someone else.  And someone so far down the ladder that they were practically at the bottom of the stocking complained that her boob-jobs had made them too big, and that now men weren’t “seeing my brain, just my boobs”. God, they thought they had problems, thought Amanda, they weren’t in their mid-thirties about to have this done for the very first time. She held her thumb over the C in the title of the magazine. That’s what the magazine should be called, she thought. It made her feel better, though only for a couple of seconds.

Then a young girl, surely far too young, was beckoning. She won’t have a clue what she’s doing, Amanda thought in a panic, she’ll make a balls of it, though that’s probably not the right phrase.

It was too late to back out now. She just hoped it would be quick.

And it was, though she did have tears in her eyes when it was finished. Then the young girl spoke.

“Would you like to keep the hair?”

“Er, what?” she said, momentarily startled.

“I said, would you like to keep the hair? Most people do.”

Amanda stared at the floor, littered with all the curly bits, then looked up into the anxious eyes of her three-year old daughter, now shorn of her baby curls. She had known that it would hurt watching them go.

“Do I look pretty, Mummy?” asked her daughter.

She looked into her little angel face and at the lovely hairstyle now framing it. She felt tears in her eyes again, but now of pride and love.

“Yes, my darling,” she said softly, “you look beautiful.”

25 thoughts on “Waxing Lyrical

  1. vivinfrance

    Oh, Oh, you are wicked, Tinman. There was I, (unadorned, unaltered) rising in self-righteous anger and you reduce me to sentimental tears. I trust that was the effect you were aiming for?

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  2. Elaine

    Very good Tinman – a nice little twist in the tale. I, too, was originally barking up the Brazilian Mahogany tree! I also agree that ‘Loser’ would be a much more appropriate name for the magazine. 🙂

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    1. Tinman Post author

      I’m glad it’s working, I was afraid people would see too early that it wasn’t going to be about what it seemed.

      (And I think the people in my local newsagent think I’m a weirdo, standing there taking a picture of Closer magazine).

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    1. Tinman Post author

      Yes, I’m stuggling under the disadvantage that I have no idea how painful the trees thing really is (indeed, I’m not really sure how they do it).

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  3. Inspiration to Dream

    See I don’t even read the prompts or participate, I just come here and read your stories and am charmed by the realness in them.

    Our ‘babies’ first haircuts, painful yes and beautifully captured with your words

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    1. Tinman Post author

      Thanks, Fi, I’m really glad you liked it. I remember Tingirl’s in particular, not just because she’s the youngest and it’s less far back, but because she’s the girl and her hair was so long and lovely.

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  4. adeeyoyo

    Lovely. I was another one led astray, you norty boy! Well done!

    Btw, I have hunted high and low for your blog. I didn’t guess you put your age after your name, haha. But perseverance does indeed pay off and I will be able to browse. Thanks. 😀

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    1. Tinman Post author

      Thanks for the challenging topic as always.

      When I saw it first I thought “this week I’ve no chance of thinking of anything”, but once I got the idea it was actually the quickest one I’ve done.

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  5. Jim

    Somehow I knew this was the way it would be. I remember my first Army haircut so I know how she was feeling. Good write T.M, especially for the girls. 🙂
    I peeked below at your paths post. It was nice. I hadn’t seen a U.K. nor an Irish golf course walk-through so this one was new to me. Next time I will look, or ask my SIL. He is going to St. Andrews next week.
    Thanks for sharing that the Tin Man not only has a heart but also a pacemaker. Good for you.
    ..

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  6. Tinman Post author

    I don’t think many golf courses have them, Jim, but rights-of-way are very strongly protected here, especially if they are what’s called a Mass Way, a path that people used to travel to a secret Mass in a field back when Catholicism was banned here in the 1600s, so that path will be there forever.

    And I do indeed have a pacemaker, which has changed by life and is also why I chose the name Tinman.

    Hope your own recovery from your knee op is continuing well.

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  7. nrhatch

    Loser would definitely be a better name for the magazine.

    Loved your take on the theme ~ but I didn’t have quite the visceral reaction of others since (1) I’ve never had “it” done . . . and (2) I’ve never had “it” done either.

    No kids. No waxing. No tears.

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    1. Tinman Post author

      I got the Loser idea because there was a copy of the magazine in the kitchen at work during the week and it really is the greatest load of rubbish.

      I love the (1) and (2) bit of your comment.

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