Oh, dear... what did I allow to happen in the SPH this weekend?
I'll give you a hint...
It involved scissors. And lollipops. And tears. My tears.
After hemming and hawing for quite some time, I decided that I just couldn't look at Little A's mullet for one more day.
So, we decided to hop over and get that thing cut off before our second birthday party of the weekend. Take a look at what we were dealing with, here... These are not the best examples, considering her hair was wet from her bath, but seriously, it was bad.
Little A was not the best cooperator in the entire world. Shocking. I was hoping that they'd be able to feather-cut a bit in the back, keeping with the wispy look, but shorter and less mullet-y. We pretty much ended up with a blunt cut. A bob of sorts.
And, here are the results:
Little A is pretty content.
As for Mom, the jury is out. I liked it all right on day 1. Now that it has been washed and air-dried and slept on... not so sure. Considering the fact that I am not 100% sold, in combination with the realization that she may never willingly keep any pretties in her hair, I have a few more ideas a-brewing in my little head. Stay tuned...
But, Little A's hair- not the cause of my tears.
It just so happens that a certain little stinker finally convinced me, after months and months of chipping away, to let her chop her gorgeous hair.
But, she's a 4-year-old who knows what she wants, and I just have to resign myself to that fact.
Not the best pictures to show it off, but Sassy ♥'s it... big time. I thought she would be a little sad, but NOPE! Not.one.bit.