It was time. School was starting. Kindergarten. Your long hair, though beautiful and your favorite toy to flip around to express yourself was easily a tangled snarl of sticky food crusted vines, on a good day. Washing, conditioning and combing was a task of will and yelling... so about 6 inches or more, had to go. I was sad to depart with what was essentially your baby hairs you entered into the world with, soft and delicate. You are no longer a soft and delicate baby though and a big girl cut was the plan.
We went to Parlor Royale. You love the fancy shop and all the women there with unique do's of every color. You sat up in the big chair and shewed me away as I tired to take photos of the important moment. You had chit chat to do.
You were excited as she swung the chair around and the mirror revealed a swingy below the shoulder hair cut. Still long, but shorter, manageable and super cool.
You shouted out with the upmost glee, "I love it!" and you obliged the stylist with a picture or two as you spent the next 5 minutes flipping it around. I think it looks fresh and full of life, and other than pictures to the contrary you hardly notice it isn't down to your butt.
Sweet sharing these style mile stones with you, the next step was to bleach out part of it and make it vibrant red. Those photos to come.
I love you,
