time for a change

There are times in a woman's life when she needs to shake things up.  Feeling as though she is in a fashion rut, she turns to her wardrobe to find inspiration.  Finding none there, she turns to make-up, attempting to rediscover colors pushed to the back of her make-up drawer in the hopes that one will do the trick.  Unimpressed, she quickly realizes why certain colors have found their way to the very back of said make-up drawer.  For many women, the solution to such a rut is a trip to the salon in the hopes that a fresh cut, or dramatic color change will put the pep back in her step.

This past Wednesday, after weeks of flipping her hair over attempting to free it from "bird's nests" (a.k.a. knots, snarls), and complaining of being hot, oh, so very hot, the little lady and I decided it was time to get a "short cut."  Instead of our usual walk-in appointment at Great Clips, I decided to treat our gal to a cut at my salon.  I was prepared to pay more for this special appointment, but much to my surprise and delight discovered that a kid's cut, which included a shampoo, cut, blow-out and style cost $1 less than what I would have paid at Great Clips.  And, let me just add that the thrill of walking into a "big girl salon" was well worth the cost of the cut, as our sweet gal marveled over every mirror, nail color, hair product, blow dryer, and fancy dangling light.

Before.  A summer's worth of natural highlights, split-ends, and growth.

I kid you not, once the water was turned on, the little lady reclined and spent the next few minutes with eyes closed enjoying every minute of her wash.  We may never be able to walk through the doors of a Great Clips again.

Sayonara, long locks!

Mid-cut and fascinated by her very fashionable stylist's every move.

Having her very own Panteen Pro-V moment.

Pondering her new cut, "Mom, I think Daddy will only recognize my eyes.  Not my hair, teeth or chin."

She spent the remainder of the day stealing glances of herself in any mirror or reflective surface she could find.  Pleased her father could, in fact, recognize her upon his arrival, she was still skeptical that the rest of the world would not, proposing that we staple pictures of herself to telephone poles in the neighborhood so people would know who she is.