Why I Am Not A Hairdresser (Or, Don’t Try This At Home Folks!)
I am a bad, bad mother.
I turned my daughter’s lush, long, beautiful hair into something short and not so lush.
What was I thinking??
Thankfully she is too young to realise
Thankfully my husband is a generous man.
Thankfully her hair grows quickly.
Thankfully there are still 5 weeks until my birthday party where we will be taking photos.
Thankfully, she is a gorgeous little girl who loves me anyway. (Did I mention the part about her being too young to realise what an idiot her mother is?)
Lesson: If you want to cut your child’s hair and they finally agree to sit still so you can do it, take a deep breath and take a snip into the unknown because you just never know what the result will be…
This is Bliss two weeks ago
This is Bliss today
Oh and adding to the things I am feeling sick about, I seem to have lost my wedding rings. ARGH! But *shhh* I’ve haven’t confessed that to The Architect yet.
*UPDATE* After a day of getting used to it, I now think her hair looks cute. She just looks so much more like a little girl. And she is a little girl so that’s appropriate. Also, after three days of looking I confessed to The Architect about my rings. He found them in 5 minutes. As it happens, I am not very good at “looking”!