25 months this mop has been growing without even a snippet to keep it under control. Well, that all changed on Wednesday night.
Dad has his regular haircut scheduled with Crizzen, who also cuts Aunt Tasha's hair, so the whole gang saddled up and I joined him on a haircutting journey. It was such an event even Mabel came.
Here's my hair and me heading to the chair... kinda looks like a horse heading into battle now that I actually see it from the back.
Wasn't crazy about this whole haircutting thing at first... I mean, why not just let it grow down to my feet?
But after a few combs and a few cuts it was like, "Hmmm, I could get used to this."
(told you the whole gang was there)
And violin! Wait, maybe it's "viola!" - I can never keep those two straight. Either way, what's that old Shania Twain song - "Feels Like A Woman"? I might not go that far, but it sure does look good, doesn't it.
