When I was little, my Aunt Adeline cut my hair without telling my mother. She was a hairdresser…a very bad one for a little girl. She believed, and who knows where this came from, that if you had thin hair and cut patches of it out, it would grow in thick. My head looked like a checkerboard when my mother came to pick me up. She brought me to my dad’s barber who said the only thing he could do was to shave it all off. And so he did. We have a great video of me as a cowgirl that year at Halloween totally bald with just the beginning of a crew cut coming in. And my hair grew back as thin and curly as ever.
After that, she didn’t ever do anyone’s hair in the family again.