Well the most dramatic haircut I’ve ever watched took place this morning, and all is good. Emma looks great, and is very happy! It took about as long as three regular haircuts would have taken, but the hairdresser was so impressed with her own work that she took photos of both Emma’s new haircut and the mounds of chopped hair that pretty much covered the floor and were piled up on the counter.
We just went to the same walk-in place we usually go to, and were pretty lucky with a short wait time. Emma went first with one hairdresser, and while hers was being done Jericho and then I had cuts with the other lady. Jericho and I both basically look the same, just a little neater and more even, but obviously Emma looks pretty different. It’s a bit hard to describe the style – the front of her hair on one side is still about chin length, then blended around to short hair at the back and shaved hair on the other side of her head. I think it looks good, although I’m also pretty curious to see how it shapes up over the next few days as she washes it and it relaxes.
Although I do think it’s kind of funny that Emma now has shorter hair than any of the boys!
Emma actually had quite a busy day. After the haircut we went to the supermarket and then I took her over to Spotlight so she could buy some fabric. She’s decided she wants to learn to sew (or continue to develop the basic skills she acquired doing textiles at school) and she wanted to start with making herself a circle skirt.
I found the Spotlight visit pretty frustrating though – their selection of fabric is absolutely crap these days. They’ve been moving away from actual sewing supplies and yarn and towards homewares and party things for years, but I was really not impressed with their selection today. Both in variety (and all we were looking for was a basic cotton!) and in price. Maybe the Ballarat Spotlight is just particularly crap? But where else is good for buying fabric?
Anyway, Emma bought the only affordable and suitable fabric they had in purple, and she did the sewing with some assistance this afternoon. I remembered why I kind of hate sewing. Actually it all went pretty well, her skirt turned out as a recognisable garment and she twirled around the room in a way that makes me think she’s not at all concerned with any mild defects! Not that she needs to be, as she really did an excellent job that she should be proud of. Honestly I’m proud of her today – the bravery in being herself and getting her hair cut, and then sewing without having sewing rage or giving in to frustration, and just treating the whole thing like a good learning experience with a bonus skirt at the end…she did so well.
I made a doctor appointment this evening. I went to make one last week but gave up when I saw that once again I can’t see a doctor I’ve already seen and will have to see someone new. It is apparently impossible have any continuity of care in terms of GPs, and that just makes it all feel like such a hopeless situation. We’ve lived in Ballarat for two and a half years and I’ve seen four different doctors (plus one random appointment with another one for a flu shot), because they either stop practising or have six week wait times for appointments. I would think this is just bad luck, but honestly in my entire adult life I have never been able to see the same GP for more than about eighteen months. (The only exception to this is the GP/OB that oversaw the midwives managing my pregnancy care, and although I never had an issue with him he has since had his licence revoked for having sex with a teenage patient so don’t know about that either!). Anyway, obviously not making an appointment isn’t going to get me anywhere so I made an appointment with someone new and will just have to deal with it, however hard and miserable and shitty I feel about it.