Today, I did something that I probably should have done a while ago but didn’t have the heart to. I took Her Cuteness to a hair salon and got her hair chopped off. So she went from this
She’s never had short hair. I cut her hair once when she was about 6 months old and have trimmed it occasionally since but it has never never been this short, so this was a biggie for us. I’ve casually been talking about cutting it because I knew it would make both of our lives easier but neither of us was ready to do it. We both loved her beautiful, thick, wavy hair but ultimately we both got tired of the constant detangling and the daily bickering over the morning hair ritual.
She loves her new do, and so do I. They blow-dried it in the salon, which is not something I am about to do on a daily basis, so it won’t look like that every day but still much more manageable. I figure, it’s hair, it will grow back but by the time it does, she’ll be able to take care of it herself.