Haircuts

   Think about the worst haircut you have ever seen. Chances are that one of the Roses had it beat. To her credit, our mother tried her best. Home haircuts were free, and being as poor as we were, that was all the incentive that she needed to try her hand at cutting hair. It didn't help that her mother was obsessed with curly hair, and at every possible chance one of us succumbed to her home perms.
It was a messy combination.

   However, all of that was not what really clenched the "Worst of the worst haircut" award for us. The true culprit was the defiance found in any of the youngest Rose girls. We had a knack for taking what little bit of hair we had left between perms and home haircuts and ruining it with our own safety scissor creations.
I even recall Anna taking a pair or grass clippers to Dusty's poor head at one point.
The worst was when I tried to cut my own hair. They really should have just shaved my head and let me start from scratch. My kind and curly hair obsessed grandma was there with some moral support and an old lady wig (someone had probably donated to her church's clothing closet) to lift my spirits.

   This is all what probably led to my high school hair and the attitude that "it's just hair" it will eventually grow back. However, I constantly forgot how long it took to grow back. I almost always had a short pixie, which (along with a boyish physique) ultimately got me the worst nickname of all time- Trevor.